Chapter 1

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Above: picture of Kamalia

Kamalias point of view

First day of school. Well my new school. I know absolutely nobody in this place. I didn't want to move but I kinda had to because my mum did. Walking into the building I went to the office and got my schedule and locker number and code.

I eventually found my locker and opened it placing stuff in and getting the things I needed for the day. Closing and locking it I heard a slam next to me making me jump. I was just about to shout at him until we looked at each other. Holy macaroni.

Elijah's point of view

Just another day in this hell. I was in a really bad mood and I don't know why. Closing my locker I slamming it and noticed someone next to me jump. Turning around to see who it was I froze. Holy cow. She is gorgeous. She has the most beautiful deep blue eyes. She noticed me staring and began to blush. Clearing my throat and introduced myself "Umm hi you must be new here my names Elijah Collins. And you are?" She looked at me like she was trying to figure me out. "My name is Kamalia Jackson and yes I am new." She looked at her schedule and asked "do you mind telling me where room 42 is" I smiled. "That is actually where my first class is. We have music together. Let me see your schedule." She handed me her schedule and I compared them seeing that we have most classes together apart from science. I gave her her schedule back and we made our way to class.

"Welcome to room 42 also known as the music room or as I call it heaven." She smiled and looked around the room in awe. She turned around and looked at me "I love it" she beamed. I just chucked and since we were earlier than anyone else seeming as the school had only just opened I made my way over to the piano. "You play?" "Yup" I replied sitting on the bench. As I was playing I asked "so what is your musical talent?" She mumbled something but I couldn't understand it. "Sorry I didn't hear that." She huffed and said louder "I sing." I just nodded and then the teacher and the rest of the class walked in.

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