Talents On the Run

Prologue

"Starla! Starla! Wait up." Said a voice from behind. The voice belonged to a girl and I heard her pant from behind me as she caught up. When she got closer, I knew who it was. Sherri Roxbury, the best singer at my school and one of my best friends.

"Hey, Sherri." I said as we continued to walk down the long, wide hallway that was next to empty. Most of the time, Sherri and I arrived at school early so we could get to our Gifted Arts class. It was only seven o'clock. The tile floor that we walked on was light gray with speckles of blue, the walls were light lavender. Lockers that lined the walls were closed and locked for safety, the sweet color of blue as well. The lights overhead were dimmed down due to the lack of a student body.

"I hear Mr. Lovet has a surprise for everybody! I wonder what it is." Said Sherri.

Her face lit up like never before when she said Mr. Lovet's name. Sherri was completely and utterly in love with him. Ever since that first day of our Gifted Arts class. When she thought of him, she began to play with her dark red hair and her light brown eyes looked upward.

"He's probably just going to tell us that there's a new smell to his coffee." I said when we stopped at our lockers. Sherri's was across the way from mine which was convenient. I wish that we had side by side lockers though. My locker neighbor was a nightmare and was always trying to hit on me. That wasn't going to happen.

I felt a slight breeze behind me and then hands around my almond colored eyes. "Hey, Star. Guess who?"

"Well there's only one person who calls me Star so I'm going with, hm . . . Bruno Mars!" I said and turned around to see the infamous -in a good way- Brant Rentfrow, the best guitarist in our whole town. And my very best friend.

Brant had a funny look on his face; his dark blue eyes were crossed like he did when he was exasperated. But he was kidding. "Ha-ha. Well the girls do scream when they see me." Brant said with a new look, a conceded one as he ran his fingers through his short black hair.

"You're so full of yourself." I said and pushed him playfully. "Where's Christopher?" We looked at each other and immediately knew.

"3, 2, 1." Brant and I said together. At one, Christopher snuck up on us, trying to act as though he were there the whole time. Christopher Spanton was the oddest out of us. He had natural bleach blonde hair and deep black eyes and was a little melodramatic, him being a playwright after all.

When Sherri, Brant, Christopher, and I began to walk down the hallway, Mr. Lovet came running towards us.

"Oh, great, I was beginning to think everybody on earth died except for me." We all sighed at Mr. Lovet's "teacher" joke except for Sherri; she laughed her head off. Mr. Lovet was actually really young, twenty-five at the most. He had really dark brown eyes, almost to the point where you couldn't see his pupils, and hair the same color to match. "Actually, I have some news for the Gifted Arts students. We're going to New York City to study your arts!"

Different emotions passed through my heart and brain. I couldn't believe it! New York City!

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Yay! Time for my "author's note". So ya this is a newww story! I mean I published it on a different site as well but anyways... I don't really like this chapter much but I had to get the introductions of the characters out there. Well, I at least hope you liked it.

I'm relatively new here so if you have any pointers, I'm welcome to it and it would help me a lot!

*awkwardly dances out the room with a bowl of rice*