Snow

The Choice

The picture is Lilly! ~Non Edited~

~Snow's POV~

"Woah! Hold on there cowboy," I kinda mocked a country accent but I'm pretty good at it since I live in the south since birth. "Be a accompanist? I don't think so," I waved my index finger around.

"Come on Snow! You need something interesting in your life instead of doing stuff over and over again everyday!" Lilly outed with her shoulders slumped.

"But-but...." I rubbed my chin like I was petting a invisible beard. "I'll think about," I use this little tactic to my mom a lot. I say 'I'll think about' and then she stops bothering me. I just hope it works on them so I can eat my lunch in peace.

"Okay but we'll be by your side like glue until you decide," Max finally said with a smirk on his face. "So since you've basically have no friends, I'll sit with you along with Lilly," he looked over to Lilly who gave him a pouty face. "Don't give me that face, little brat!" Then they start arguing like sibling which they're kinda are but not.

I climbed up the tree to get my food and listened to the fight below which kept on going for the whole lunch period.

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"Oh Maxy Poo!" The voice came closer each second which I cringed at the high pitched voice that belong to Stacie. "Maxy, why're you ignoring me? Who's this?" She cling  onto his arm like it was her life support. I looked up at Max to see him snarl which I responded with a chuckle. "What period do you have next?" She rubbed her fake breast against his arm. I feel sorry for him.

"I have Music Theory," he calmly ask but I knew he wanted to rip this creature's head off.

"Oh, do you want to skip with me," she winked at him but both me and him cringed. "Why don't we get this big boy started," I choked on my own saliva when her hand went to his crotch. This has to be the funniest scene I have ever watch in my entire life. I got my self together and speed right past him leaving him with her.

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~Max's POV~

"Oh Maxy Poo!" Oh dear god! Not this bitch which I hate so much. Stacie Greene, an air head blonde by the way, she's a true brunette not blonde. I got closer to Snow who was walking with me to Theory class. "Maxy, why are you ignoring me? Who's this?" She roughly cling onto my arm which I tried my best to close the space between my arm and ribs but I failed miserably when I felt her boney arms wrapped around me in a death grip. "What period do you have next?" She blinked like a mad woman and rubbed those fake breast of hers on my arms. I do know the difference between fake and real boobs and I can tell by the way of her boobs looks, it's all fake.

I closed my eyes trying not to strangle this girl to death but I'm afraid that if I even give pressure to her neck, it would snap. "I have Music Theory," I wish I've never said that since she would something that I wouldn't even agree on.

"Oh, do you want to skip with me?" Hell no- "Why don't we get this bad boy started?" Why me? I looked at the corner of my eyes to see no sign of Snow. Where the fuck is she? Then I see her speed walking to class. O-oh, I will so get revenge on her, I smirked. She's going to accept that offer so I would go to my dream college no matter what.

Just right before the bitch's hand gets into my pants, I shoved her off of me and follow where Snow went. At the end of the 100 hallway, I saw her whitish hair "Snow wait!" I hope she's not mad since I didn't do nothing to stop- wait, we're not even dating so why I'm even asking this. I can't fall in love with a girl because that holds me back on making my goal to go to BridgePort.

"Snow!" As I put my hand on her shoulder to turn around, her face was scrunched up with laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"Th-the face y-you made-" then she laughed some more "we need to get to class..." Her beautiful smile flash while her bright golden eyes sparkled.

Oh god! I can't fall in love with this girl!

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~Snow's POV~

"Hello class!" The band teacher came into the room with a coffee mug in his hand. "Tons of you are in band class but few who just want to learn about music but not in band class- my name is Mr. Chandler," he was a middle aged guy with thinning hairline. He had thin pair of glasses with a pair of a green polo spirit shirt and cargo pants . "Hmmm, 40 students, the most I had in music theory for a long time. Usually it's about 5 or 10 of you guys each year," he looked around the room to see each student's face until he suddenly stopped at us. "Should've known, Ms. Patrice is in here with her little friend that she's been begging me to bring her in, Ms. Mill," my face blush when he mentioned my name to 40 freaking students.

The class went on with Mr. Chandler about stories that involve in the music industry and some jokes here and there. He taught about the treble, bass, and other clefs that we probably will work on the future.

My mind went somewhere else, thinking about the offer that Max ask. Being a accompanist, is it even worth it. I barely touched the piano last summer, I don't even know if I should do it. I've heard that if the accompanist messed up, that's it for the competition but Max doesn't even care about competition anyways.

"So Ms. Mills, tell us 3 clefs. Any clefs, I don't care," the teacher looked sat me with a serious look. I liked at the class to see all of them staring right at me.

I've never answer a question out loud in front of a packed class nor a small class. "Bass, treble, and..." Oh shit! I don't know any other ones except Bass and Treble. I looked down to see 'percussion' on Lilly's notebook. She raised her eyebrows that basically said 'that's the answer, idiot.'

"Well, Ms. Mill?" The teacher was waiting for me to answer the question fully.

"Percussion Clef."

"Good Ms. Mill, now pay attention to class more so you don't have to leach off from Ms. Patrice," the class laughed while my face got redder by the second.

"Don't worry, he does this to every student at times. He did it to me twice in my freshman and 3 times in my junior. It was rather embarrassing but funny since we have a very lay back teacher," Lilly tried her best to comfort my embarrassing state.

"Now class-" the bell rang which everybody got up to get their book bags. "For my class, you just need a notebook and a pencil, that's all!"

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"Man, I dread going to trig since its math," Max popped up out of no where when I'm just walking down the 200 hall. "Oooo! I scared ya, didn't I?" He poked my arm but I ignored it. "What's wrong, did the little princess started her period today?" That's it, I turned to my side and kicked his shin which he stopped in his tracks to bend down for his now bruise shin. "Didn't know the quiet girl had a fierce side in her. Man, you got a mean kick," he rubbed his shin a little bit then ran to me.

"So how's it like to be called out in the middle of class when you were day dreaming- probably about me?"

"You are asking to get a kick again," I warned him then scared him when I turned to his side and act like I was going to kick him. "Anyways the day dreaming part was about you offer. I really don't know if I should since I got bad anxiety problems," I made up excuses but the anxiety part was half true since I can't cooperate with other people well. 

He raised his eyebrows up and moved his head awkwardly at me "you serious right?"

"Yes"

"First of all, in the future you're going to have to get use to this 'problem' of yours or you won't be able to be successful. I mean, I don't want a pretty girl like you to be out in the streets because she got 'bad anxiety' problems," he did had a point. If I don't get use to big crowds in front, it'll be a rough time cooperating with interviewing. "I have until the beginning of 2016  for the next major competition for violinist with a accompanist."

I basically have 6 more months left until that competition. I just don't know what to do with the offer; I don't want to let him down because I just don't wanna go.

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