Guide to surviving the Webber boys *OLD VERSION. NOT UPDATING.*

Chapter 12

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I keep walking not being able to get that image from my mind. A blacky blue circle around the bottom of his eye. I shake my head as me and Fae walk arm in arm down to the Art block. 

Posters were stuck up all around saying 'Talent show.' 'Have you got a talent?' 'Show off your talent on the 29th of November.' Heheh no.

I had less than a week to practice the song. Then it sprung on me. If I write a song and perform it, then no one else would've performed it before me right? 

I need to keep this quiet, keep it secret til the last minute. "Uhm, Fae I apreciate you walking with me but uhm I need to go somewhere..."

"Oh, I guess I'll go to that project." She said frowning slighty. I do feel bad but I need to keep it top secret. "Sorry," I say as I hed off to the music room.

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"You are my one,

And only,

You can be with me forever long,

It'll be alright,

And though it's never simple,

Things should be okay,

And if its alright,

Stay with me."

 I finished writing the song lyrics and now I was just piecing together the notes for the piano. I could defiantly win this thing. Well Atleast I hope I can.

 I stand up putting the cover over the piano and grab my bag slinging it over my shoulder. I go out of the music room leaning against the door and looking up to the clock. 10:15. Still half an hour until break. Yay that means art. Note my sarcasm.

I go through the two music classes going silently at the back, they didn't hear me in the other room as lovely sound proof walls. 

I keep going untill I get to the doors and make my escape.

I walk over the art block which was only across the yard. I go over taking my time so that hpefully I would waste time spent being awkward. I was walking painfully slow, even slow for a snail. If it were up to me, I would be running there right now because as everyone knows I love art it's fabulous. Or as Liam would say 'PER-FECT' 

I place my hand on the cool handle and pull. The door wouldn't budge. I let out a sigh of frustration, and keep trying too pull. "Why..." I say out loud, this should really be a good thing Because I miss seeing Seth, but I WANT TO DO ART. "Oh my god!" I shout letting go of the handle. 

"Try pushing it!" I hear a voice shout from behind me. I turn around to see no one there. "Up here sweetheart!" I look around seeing a window open on the languages floor and a boy half out. I have the right mind to pull him out of the window. 

I shake my head and turn back to the door and push it. I mean out of all the times I've been in and out of the building I pull it instead of pushing it. And to make my stupidity even clearer there is a sign saying 'Push' Well, How thick can I get?

 I sigh as the warm air surrounds me and the door shuts silently. No sound. Not anywhere. I walk down th art corridor, on one side it has some of the art word of the previous GCSE students, and the other wall is made entirely of glass. The sun was shining through the galss lighting up the work on the other wall.

The few leaves left on the floor dying slowly. It's beautiful colour draining. Shame.

I carry on walking when I get to my art glass. I gulp and grasp the cool handle peering inside through the small window. I see Ronan chasing Mr. Laws around the class with a paintbrush with Bright blue paint on, I see why he's running, he has a white shirt on.

I go in and shut the door behind me hearing the door click, Ronan stopped dead in his tracks and put the paintburhs down, Mr. Laws patted down his mess hair, "Nice to see you Tally, As you can see the other two in this class have gone and all hell has broken loose." I look around, Oh so they aren't here but he is. I see how it is then.

"I'll just be in the corner drawing." I mutter walking over to the corner and slinging my bag on the table. I pull my pencil case out and take a sheet of paper from the shelf next to me.

 I start drawing and letting the pencil take over me.

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I'm currently walking back to the Webber household, I couldn't care less about Seth at the moment, my goal is not to moap around and find out why he has a black eye, my goal is to cheer myself up and be happy for a change.

I walk a bit faster knowing that the sooner I get back to the Webbers the sooner I can eat. Lots and lots of food. I like eating as you can probably guess.

I keep walking until I arrive at the front door, I pull my key out of my pocket and open the door, I slip my shoes off and shut the door behind me taking my key out. 

I head straight for the kitchen and pull out food from some of the cuboards and some ice cream from the freezer. Time to have a movie marathon!

I pulled out my phone and dialled a number, "Hey Leo? It's Tally."

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I know short chapter, but I am really annoyed. I clicked deleted instead of edit on a part and now my reads have halfed and so have my votes, .-. 

~ Poppy your author <3