Hang In There.

Part 8

  I warned you in the last part, right? Yeah, Morgan is a mental disorder patient. Without further ado, happy reading! :) 

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  Is it just me or going to school on Monday makes you feel disgusting? I feel like, I want to go back to Mia's house and lay around her room, watching Titanic, crying because I can't get over the fact that Leonardo DiCaprio is so hot those days. Guess what, I'm trapped for 8 hours or so, being forced to study and be smart! Can I have my degree already? I don't want to go to school. Urghh! Seriously, you were born out of nowhere, raised by your parents and forced to go to school. What if I want to be a duck?

    I walk down the hallway, walking through the students, rushing to go to class before the bell rings. Mia and Hal already went to their locker and went to class. I just don't like Monday, my eyes are still sleepy, I might fell asleep in class, if I fell asleep in class I'll get detention and that's why I'm an anti-Monday person. Except, if there's no school on Monday. I'm totally fine with that. Dragging my feet through the hallway to the classroom. No, I don't drink Starbucks coffee in the morning as I don't like coffee. Of course, there would be those disgusting couples who make out in the hallway before class. Like, go and get a room for God's sake! Walking down the hallway whilst trying to ignore all of the weird glances and whispers is like being in The Hunger Games. The students are the mockingbirds which distract you and you're Katniss, trying to win the game. I plug in my earphones to my phone and some random song starts to play.   

  For me, music is an escape. The way out from reality. From all of the stupid problems. I love watching Mrs.Wright plays the piano. The way her fingers smoothly moves from key to key, her eyes glance to the notes which are nicely written down on the paper in front of her. The slow and smooth tone soothes and calm me down. It's so lovely.

"Morgan, Morgan?" Mrs. Wright snapped me off. I look up, blinking my eyes a few times, trying to fit in with the current atmosphere. "Y-yes, ma'am?" I can hear someone is laughing quietly at me from across me. I gave him a quick glare before turning back to Mrs.Wright. Well, that shut him up.

"Morgan, you can play the piano very well right?" Wow, that was random.

"Not really, but yes. I can play the piano, you're a very great teacher and you taught me well, ma'am,"

Mrs.Wright blushes. I smiled at her. She is a very great music teacher, I used to take a piano lesson with her. "Aww, stop it. I'm just wondering what other instruments you can play, Morgan?" Why is she asking me these random questions? Is she okay? Someone call 999!

"Well, I can play the guitar and the bass. I'm still working on the bass. What is it, ma'am?" I just need to, okay? I seriously wanted to know what's up with her. Mia burst into laughter which makes everyone in the class laughs too. What is so funny? I'm just curious.

"Class!" Mrs.Wright slapped her hands on the desk. Now, that's the Mrs.Wright that I knew. The classroom went silent. "Well, Morgan. Our school is having a festival next week." A festival? Interesting..

"And I need to organize a show for the Music Club. A music show! Obvious." Her eyes start to sparkle. Oh God, is this a good or a bad sign?  Please, please, please don't pick me as the--- "And, you Morgan. As the best student in music class in the school, I want you to perform! Isn't that amazing?!" Mrs.Wright continue.

"What the actual fuck?" I mouthed at Mia. I really wanted to disagree but, everyone in the class strongly agrees with Mrs.Wright. "So, would you perform for the festival?" Mrs.Wright asked. "It's not that I don't want to, but I--"