Your song-Biancalya

Three

Alya sat in Mr. Parks class the next day and didn't say a word to Bianca. They were both so awkward the whole class could tell something was up.

"Today you will be writing songs about experiences in your life. If anybody has anything like this they have already written I encourage you to preform it."

Mr. Park gave the class their assignment for the day. Of course Alya had already written a song about her life, specifically her third foster home. She called it "Tag Your It." She wrote it after her foster brother tried to rape her.

"Mr. Park, I'd like to preform a song I wrote, it has a really dark story behind it and I think if I preformed it maybe it would help me get over it." Alya was terrified but none the less she was going to sing her song, if anything, she would sing it for Bianca.

"Go ahead Ms. Kendrick."

Alya stood up and got her guitar. She mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do, then she started playing the introduction. While her guitar was strumming she took the time to say something. "I wrote this about someone who did some really bad things, but I'm singing it to help someone who is really great. "

" Looking at me through your window

boy you had your eye out for a little.

"I'll cut you up and make you dinner

You've reached the end you are the winner."

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it tag tag you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it. tag tag you're it

can anybody hear my? am i hidden underground?

Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?"

The class was silent for a moment, then the whole room erupted into cheers.

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Mr. Park asked to see Alya after class. She didn't know what he wanted, but she was almost sure it wasn't good. She knew she shouldn't have sang that song in class, especially she shouldn't have opened up about why she was singing it. Maybe Bianca had talked to him. Maybe the cops had found her finger prints on the gun. Maybe they were getting Mr. Park to get her down to the station. Maybe she was blowing this all out of proportion and he just wanted to tell her it was a good song.

"Alya, I need to speak with you about what you did in class today."

She knew it, he was mad at her for getting to personal. She shouldn't have said that part about singing it for someone.

"Mr. Park, I have to go to the police station."

Alya was going to tell the police everything. Maybe if she was just honest and said it was self defense, which it was, they would let her go.

"Why?"

"I um...I shot... I was the one who shot Bianca's dad. He was beating her, it was self defense. I just can't believe it happened again and I'm in so much trouble their going to put me in jail again just like when it happened with my family in fifth grade."

Alya said everything before she could stop herself and burst into tears. She tried to run out of the room but Mr. Park stopped her.

"Is that what your song is really for?"

"Yes, I wrote it so maybe Bianca could see that she isn't alone. "

"Well, I believe it was to protect her, I know you love her."

"I don't think i do love her, I like Kit. How can I love her if I like Kit?"

"That isn't important right now, I'll tell you what, if you agree to talk to both Kit and Bianca, and let yourself feel for both of them, then decide who you like more, I'll go to the station with you and help you talk to the cops. I can be a character witness."

"Okay. Just help me out, please."

"I will."