Strong (A One Direction fan-fic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 (The Competition) POV- Bridget:

"Bridget!" My best friends, Madison and Kara, almost bowled me over as I walked quickly down the hall. "Bridget! Oh my God, aren't you excited?" Madison asked me.

"Yep! And I can see that you guys are, too!" I chuckled. Madison and Kara were both bouncing down the hall to the chorus room, reminding me of a dog when it finds a squirrel. I was pretty excited, too. Only the girls could try out for this competition; the boy's chorus competition was earlier this year. I heard the bell ring for sixth period as I rounded the corner to the related arts hallway. "Yes!," I shouted. "We are getting out of math!"

Kara turned to look at me and Madison did, too. "Yes!! No homework today for these chicks! Whoo-hoo!" Madison grabbed Kara's hands and swung her around the hall.

"Madison," I groaned. "Stop. The freshmen are looking at you weirdly!" I glanced into the art room.

"Let 'em stare!" Madison yelled, but stopped turning Kara around. I rolled my eyes.

Soon, we arrived at the chorus room. There were plastic chairs arranged outside the room against the wall, so Madison, Kara and I sat down. "You remember what the prize is, right?" asked my redhead friend, Abbie, a few chairs up. My twin sister, Jennifer, sat down next to me and sighed, out of breath. She wiped a curly lock of black hair out of her face and ruffled my straight black hair.

"Hey, you're trying out, too?" she asked.

"Yeah, remember Mom wanted us to try out, even though I'm not an awesome singer..." I started.

"Oh yeaaah! She said that if we made it to the next round, she would buy us a Rottweiler or something. Which is cool, 'cause I've always wanted a dog!" 

"No, it was a Retriever!"

"What?"

"I mean, the dog. She said she was going to buy us a Retriever! Like a yellow one or something. Like from Marley & Me," I said.

"I don't care what type of dog she buys us! All that I care is if it's breathing," she scoffed. "That is, even if we do make it to the next round,"

"I think if we sound like a dying horse they will still let us through," I said, laughing.

"Probably," Jennifer nodded.

Then, I heard my name being called. "Bridget Salone, you're up next!"

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After we all belted out the national anthem, my friends and I walked back to our classrooms to sit in seventh period for fourty-five more boring minutes.