(Author's note)
A: A long chapter for you lovely people :)
N:I love this chapter and i hope you will too! <3
Chapter 5
When I got home I had loads of homework to do including looking through college brochures. I was thinking about going to Hamilton (it is in Clinton, New York) or Emory University (in Atlanta, Georgia). These were very good colleges, and they had good English and Science departments. I’ve always wanted to be a Journalist for Science, a magazine that my mother used to read all of the time. Thinking about it now I probably would have been doing this with her. She was always obsessed with me succeeding, considering I was her only child.
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The next day started off like any other except that the teacher, Mr. Harrison, was late for Band. He was NEVER late. He always showed up to things at least and hour early and was always prepared. I looked around the room, bored. I looked around the room, trying to pass the time. The short, brown carpet, the beige peeling walls, the sound of untrained freshmen trying to play their instruments, Adam…Wait, Adam? I noticed that he had just walked into the room with Mr. Harrison. I directed my eyes back to the disaster just waiting to happen. Adam. Why was he in band? He didn’t look like the type to play an instrument.
“Class, this is Adam Pierce. Some of you may have met him already. He is from Long Beach, and it is illegal to curse on a mini-golf course there.” He said trying to be funny. But once he realized none of us were laughing he went on. “I hope that you will all make him feel welcome.” He grabbed some sheets of paper out of his folder “Oh, and Lacey do you mind showing him the new spring concert music?” He said. Ugh, why do I have to sit in the front row? “No problem, Mr. H!” I said with false enthusiasm.
Mr. Harrison looked satisfied with that answer and went to go help a struggling underclassman with his extremely heavy-looking tuba.
“Hey, Lacey” Adam said, putting extra emphasis on my name.
“Oh hey….” I said with an awkward laugh. I was kind of lost for what to say. I’m pretty sure I was staring at him. I snapped out of my trance and said, “Sorry again for the whole name thing. I mean I was just being—you know---like when.” The words were stuck to my tongue like superglue on children’s fingers.
“Nah, it’s okay. I know what you mean, don’t worry.” He said while staring right into my eyes. Or at that moment what felt like my soul.
“Oh, okay” I said feeling goose bumps rising, the ones that leave you with a good feeling inside.
“So about the music?” He said.
“Oh yeah, we’re doing 6 different pieces at our concert. Dawn of a New Day, Deep River, Silver Crest, Island Breeze, Nightingale, and Seas Around Us.” To be honest I thought that Adam would have made a face once he saw the notes for this song. This was high school band and we were doing pieces that people in colleges or universities do.
But instead he looked at it once, picked up his French horn, and blew out crystal clear notes and started to play all of the songs as if he had been practicing for months.
What the---? I didn’t even have this stuff perfect and I’m the #1 French horn player, or I was.
“Hey.” I said in a hushed tone while Mr. H was talking to other students about their parts. Did you play French horn at your old school?”
“Nope I just catch on pretty fast.” He said with a smirk
Who was this guy? It took me years to perfect the French horn. Ugh. I wonder if he is this good at everything he does?
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