Secret Singing Superstar

Thirty-eight ~ ♫♪♫

Caitlin rolled her eyes as she stared at her phone screen. Joy had been telling her and Cailyn (who were the only two people on the group chat at the time) the story about why her English teacher never trusted her again.

Joy: So one day my class was in the library, and the English teacher says to me: "What are you reading, Joy?"

Me: What were you reading?

Joy: Me: Pawn.

Cailyn: Holy shit.

Leanne: Wow, Joy. What did the teacher say?

Joy: Students: O___O. Me: What?.......Oh.........

Cailyn: Crap.

Joy: Teacher: O______O. Me: NONONONONONO NOT THAT ONE!!!

Leanne: Hahahahahaha. Poor you.

A few minutes later Theresa came on - and she was horrified. She was literally yelling on the group chat about how dirty the students' and English teacher's minds were, and she got so annoying after a while that Leanne left, leaving Theresa to rant to everyone else, or really, nobody, because Cailyn and Joy left too.

The next day at school, Leanne and Claire were both equally shocked to see Caitlin come to school with her right arm in a sling.

Caitlin told them that she had pulled a muscle in her shoulder when she had tried to serve hard in tennis yesterday after school, and Claire reprimanded her for being so stupid.

Leanne was too busy thinking to join in with their conversation. First it was Claire with a sprained ankle, and then Caitlin pulled a muscle in her shoulder? What next? It would probably be herself with a concussion.

Speaking of Claire's ankle, Claire now needed her crutches more than ever, despite herself saying that she was fine about three days ago. It had taken a lot of interrogating, persuading and even blackmailing from Leanne and Caitlin together to get Claire to spill at recess time. It turned out that Claire's ankle had truly been fine on the day she went ice-skating, but she suspected that she had pushed herself too hard, and the day afterwards, her ankle started to hurt like crazy. The pain was so great that Claire's mother took her to the doctor and asked him what was going on. The doctor examined her ankle and asked Claire some questions. He then came up with the conclusion that Claire's ankle had been on the mend, but really slowly, and it needed some time to be fully fixed. He said that Claire had worked her ankle way too hard when she went ice-skating, and her ankle pretty much couldn't cope with all the pressure that was being applied to it from her ice-skating, because it was nowhere near mending properly just yet.

So now, Claire was back to square one with her crutches, because her ankle was still hurting A LOT and she couldn't put any weight on it. When she had told them the story, Leanne and Caitlin had yelled at her so much.

"I told you not to ice-skate!" Leanne screamed. "Now look at what you've done!"

"It'll take forever for your ankle to heal at this rate!" Caitlin joined in.

"It's fine," said Claire in a normal tone.

"NO, IT'S NOT!" Leanne and Caitlin both yelled in unison, so loud that Claire had to cover her ears and the teacher actually came over to see what was going on.

No matter how much Claire protested that her very painful ankle wasn't a big deal, Leanne and Caitlin kept screaming at her until she finally gave up and promised them that she wouldn't do anymore sporting activities until her ankle was fixed. That was one good thing about getting a sprained ankle - it meant no sport. Not that Leanne hated sport; she liked sport. But Claire wasn't that fond of it - naturally.