After leaving the office, and of course, signed up for glee, I walked to my first period, which was Language Arts. I walked to the door and tapped.
The door was opened by a man with a worn out face. His hair was ruffled, mixed with gray and black. He held a transparent mug filled with a brown creamy liquid and his large nose held crescent glasses. "And who are you?" he said with a calm voice. I smiled and said,"My name is Jared Savestone, I'm new." "Ah, well, I'm Mr.Telling and welcome to my class." He said, eyes sparkling as he smiled. He opened the door and I stepped in. After closing the door, he raised his hand and pointed to the far back of the room. "Sit over there, next to Mr.Miller" He said. I glanced to where he was pointing and saw Flynn sitting in the back. He lifted his head and smiled before letting it fall again.
I walked over and sat at the desk on his right. "Hi," I whispered to Flynn. "Hey," he said silently. He must have felt abandoned when I left him by the buses. I pulled out my composition notebook and tore out sheet. I wrote:
I joined the glee club
I folded it up, then slid it on his desk. He looked at it in precaution before grabbing it and opening it. I saw a smirk appear on his face before he grabbed his pencil scribbled on the paper. He tossed it to me.
Really? You're gonna get bullied or ignored!
I could care less
Wow you're persistent. Do you want me to take you there
Duh.
The bell rung.
I followed Flynn out of the classroom. We chatted as we walked through the halls. We came to a room at the end of the school. Music was was heard from within. Flynn opened the for. I almost fainted at the sound that came bursting through the doorway. I stepped in and cherished the sight. Several people were in long the wall dancing. Each person held a paintbrush and were painting the wall in front of them. I examined the room. No desks were seen, in the far corner, a sound booth sat with a guitar and mic inside. Paint was flying everywhere. The people who were painting sang their song full of magic.
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Take off your headphones
And let me be your MP3.
Tell me what you wanna hear
And I'll be sure to play it sweet!
Let's go, let's ride,
We can stay here all the night.
It may take a little more time
To follow Nature's Rhyme.
We got the beat,beat
We all have dreams.
Its just the light isn't as bright as it seems
And we,we, we can control
The music in our soul!
Take off your headphones
And let me be your Mp3!
Tell me what you wanna hear
and I'll be sure to make it sweet!
It can be your favorite tune,
As long as I'm walking with you!
The beat, we have the beat!
Let me be your MP3!
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"What are they doing?" I asked Flynn. "They're painting they're version of life," He said."If you paint each color in a straight line next to one and another, it shows that your life is drained of excitement. if you paint all your colors together,it shows that your life is random. But if you paint your colors in a rainbow, it shows that you life is perfect."
Wow.That's deep. "It's awesome!" I yelled. And the music stopped. the people turned around.
And that's when my world stopped.
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The Raid: An Untold Musical
Teen FictionJared Saveston just moved to San Mateo, California after his mom got a job at a local radio station. Jared has always stood up for himself, and never was he bullied. But what happens when he runs into a glee club at a school where no one appreciates...
