Chapter 1
Lancaster, New York. Present day.
Hi there! I'm Avariella Morgan. It's nice to meet you! I'm a freshman and I'm here in the music room, currently rehearsing. Why? For an audition. Bad timing, my throat is itchy today and I'm kinda nervous. As you can see,---in your imagination---the line's so long, isn't it? I'm currently in the middle of the line. My hands were spasmodic. And I admit it, it's kinda filthy.
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Do I need to describe myself?
I'm 16 years old. I have a long blonde hair and I have these dark purple eyes. I wore eyeglasses and it's also purple. I love reading books, making handicrafts, and singing. I'm smart, reliable, and imaginative. That's all I can say, thank you.
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A few minutes have passed and I'm about to face our music teacher, Mrs. Campbell. I've never met her before, but they say she's good.
"Ms. Avariella Morgan?" the president of the club asked.
"Yes."
I walked towards Mrs. Campbell. "Hi," she smiled, seemingly grateful. "I'd been hearing nice criticisms from your teachers. They told me you got the voice of an angel." Astonished, I should thank my teachers for raising my chair up. I smiled. "No. Not an angel."
"Okay then, if you already have it, then, I want you to become alto." My world crashed. "Alto? Isn't that the lower voice for females? No. Absolutely no." I can't solely sing using my natural voice. Duh. My voice might crack. "Let me hear you first."
Mrs. Campbell played the lower D chord. Luckily, I'd done fine. "Focus," she said, still eyeing the piano. She played the notes lower, and lower,---I won't hit the note---and lower.
"You also got Goliath's voice," she giggled. "You've done a great job, Ms. Morgan."
"Thank you, Mrs. Campbell." I stroked my neck, noticing the sudden loss of my sore throat. Wasn't it weird? Low notes heal sore throat or am I just getting crazy?
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When I entered my classroom, I saw Artemisia sitting on my chair.
She's Artemisia Styles. Seriously, her name means perfection. Great? She's as pretty as the sea. Clear, pure, and beautiful. I never regret being one of her best friends. She has this long, straight brunette hair reaching her waist. Her eyes are brown that reminds me of a chocolate, showing off her long and thick eyelashes that appeared to be majestic. She's one of the most beautiful students in school. No doubt, countless boys are in love with her.
"Hey Av!" She waved her hand, "How's the audition?" she asked.
"Good."
"It's not," she contradicted, giving me a long, hard look. "You didn't pass?"
"I don't know." I pulled her out of my chair. "Later, they would post the new list of members." I hope Artemisia didn't notice that I'm in a bad mood. My classmates always tell me that I'll be a remarkable soprano, but what if I become an alto? Would there be a good feedback? Nothing. What's alto for? No offense, but is it important? Sorry, am I too harsh?
"Cheer up, Av. Smile!" she stated, smiling, flashing her perfect white teeth. "Remember? It's Valentine's day! Be happy! Aren't you hungry? I have few chocolates here."
She placed a large plastic bag atop of my desk. "See? Chocolates!" My mouth hanged open, these are chocolates?"That's only few, huh?" I said, holding back my laughter. "Try one. It's from my suitors. I can't eat it all by myself." she grinned.
"You love chocolates"---let's make her angry---"and your suitors." I smirked, thinking of a new way that would make her angrier. "Nope." she smiled.
"Oh really? How many boyfriends do you have?" I shot back. "None." she smiled again.
"Okay. I lost." I chuckled. "There's no way beating you. Are you angry?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck. "No, I'm not angry. I am hungry!" she grinned.
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We went out after the class had finished, heading towards another classroom. I'm going to introduce you to my two other bestfriends. Are you excited? No? Yes.
"Av!" Yana shouted, waving her hands as if I'm lost for decades.
Meet Yana Carter! She's fond of joking, but sometimes the jokes have no great shakes. Not funny. She's pretty too. Just like Artemisia, she's a brunette and it's long and quite curly. Her eyes were shiny black pearls. She's loving and understanding. Actually, I'd kissed her cheek once.
"Look what I've got!" Artemisia raised her right hand, holding the plastic of those addictive chocolates. "Want some?"
Yana stared at the plastic. In a blink of an eye, she had the plastic. "She stole it!" I screamed.
"What's happening here?" Corliss asked feverishly.
And that's Corliss Walker. Isn't she scary? She's cheerful, funny, and a bit friendly. She has this smooth and wavy red hair which shows us the true color of blood. Her eyes are brown, same as Artemisia's.
"Chocolate war?" I suggested, half-smiling. "What did'ya say? Chocolate?!" Corliss asked, eyes widening.
We chased Yana until we reached the cafeteria. All the students were looking at us. I think they thought we're crazy. Shameful, but I have to go after the chocolate. I have to!
Yana sat on our permanent bench,---we didn't buy it. "Give me that!" Artemisia ordered.
While chasing Yana, I noticed a bunch of people crammed in front of the bulletin board. I thought of something. "The results!" I ran towards the group of people, shoving each one of them. "Excuse me!" I cried.
When I was already placed in front, I quickly searched for my name. Avariella... Avariella... Avariella Morgan! Voice classification... Alto.
"Oh, God."
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