Talent Exchange

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Graces' POV:

Ok, this was now getting irritating. The girls and I had been having this discussion for 20 minutes but all we seemed to be doing was going in circles.

"But I really wanna do You belong with me." Lauren complained. Ali, Cait and I threw her glares. Her relationship with Jaydon was turning her into a sappy person.

"No, I refuse to do Taylor Swift. Anything but her songs." Caitlin, you could say, was more into rock and hardcore metal. But for once, I agreed.

"Yeah, no Taylor Swift. How 'bout Demi Lovato or Cher Lloyd?" I had a few ideas song choices but they needed to be approved by the girls first.

"Ok, just as long as they're not slow depressing songs, I really don't mind." That's fine, since I didn't really want depressing songs anyway.

"I have 3 choices: Never been hurt, Oath or Made in the USA?" I said, informing them on the choices. I came up with those the night before while listening to my playlist.

"I think we should attempt to sing all three and have Ms Larson, Caleb, Jaydon and Luca pick the best." Ali suggested. I mulled over the thought, it would be a good idea for Ms Larson to hear us perform since she was our mentor. However. I didn't want to get nervous in front of the boys and mess up. Stupid Pros and Cons.

"Ok, make sure you ask for the use of the school hall after lunch, Grace. Mr Johnson will let you since your head girl and all." Great, now I was abusing my power. This day just kept getting better. Today was Wednesday, so that ment PE and German. In your last year of high school, you only had to take the subjects you were doing for your GCSEs. I also had Maths, English and Science but they didn't matter to me as much. I'll ask Mr J and the boys at lunch. It was currently break and the first two lessons I had were English and Science so they were out

of the way. We discussed our plans for a further 5 minutes before the bell rang warning us to go to our lessons. The girls and I had already gotten our PE kits from our lockers and we're now heading to the south gym where one of the girls changing rooms were. It was about the size of the a classroom but was a little more crowded because of the benches and the 60 students, three groups, who were getting changed. Alison led our group to a bench which we had claimed as ours in the first lesson we had back in year 7. Since then, it was the only bench we used when we had PE at the South gym. It was the same with the outside changing rooms. The PE kits consisted of a red polo, black joggers or shorts, red sock and the option of a red jumper or *fleece. As per usual, Ali was the first one to get changed; then it was me followed by Caitlin and Lauren. We took our trainers with us into the hall do we could put them on in there. Since we were indoors, no-one was wearing the jumper but quite a few people were wearing black or white undershirts beneath their polos.

"Girls, shut up and sit down." I smirked at Miss Moores' statement. If you didn't know her, you would've thought that she was rude but this woman had been teaching us for the 5 years we've been here and she was sort of a friend to us. She called the register making sure everyone was here.

"Alright my group, we're doing... Basketball!" From beside me, I heard Caitlin enthusiastically whisper the word 'yes' and she had every right to. Cait was probably the best female basketball player in our entire school. She's even played against boys and beaten their butts.

"Cait and Jemma, you guys are captains. Jemmas' team, you're wearing bibs." Miss Moore said before leaving the hall to go to the storage cupboard and retrieve a basketball.

"Let's pick teams. I want Grace." Cait picked me first and it was smart since I was a shooter when it came to netball. As the picking progressee, Ms Moore came back with a basketball in hand and a set of bibs. In the end, our team included Caitlin, Lauren, Alison, me and some other girls between our *tutor groups. She handed Jemma the bibs to give out to her team. There was ten of us in each team; we kept switching positions. Ms Moore stood in the centre, the basketball in hand and whistle in her mouth ready for the toss up. The piercing of the whistle shook my eardrums letting the teams know the game had started. Cait immediately jumped up hitting the ball back, causing Ali to quickly catch it and pass it to me. I started dribbling until I was at an angle from the hoop. I shot the ball upwards, watching it fall into the net after hitting the backboard. The whistle once again.