Split / b.u. and h.s.

e p i s o d e : t h r e e

THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA CLICHE SO YA'LL ANTI CLICHES BEWARE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Tammy Edgewater

I smiled to myself as I placed my choir manila file underneath my chair, remembering a meme Rylie just sent me. Memes are the death of me. No matter how silly they are, I would laugh at the silliest memes.  

Mr. Zachary-our choir teacher- stepped into the class from his office, glancing at every girl, making sure they're not talking and stuff. He was dressed in a weird set of glasses and a prissy top with a bow and a pair of black pants. 

I wasn't surprised why he was dressed like that  because it was the picture day. The day we all dress up and take a photograph to keep horrible memories of the teachers and all the obnoxious 'friends' you have. 

"Girls! Get ready as fast as you can! We don't want to keep the boys waiting!" Mr. Zachary announced. 

"Wait, the tenors and basses are visiting?" Mia- a girl asked, just as confused and bewildered as me.

Oh no.

"Yes girls, and you wanna look good, don't you?" Mr. Zachary said, ladylike.

Yeah, sure.

Nobody said anything. There was nothing but a chorus of nervous laughs. Okay, let me get this straight.

The Boys and Girls choir hate each other with a burning passion. We never really met each other, but we would hear inappropriate comments as we walked past them. Yeah, some of them might be good guys, but we don't want to find out. 

Because they are disgusting.

"Come on girls, dress up!" He said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I exchanged irritated glances with Claire, a good friend of mine in choir and pulled out my black gown, straightening it and brushing imaginary dust off it. 

I cornered to a wall and started changing. It was really awkward to change in front of everyone else but they were girls so it was a bit less awkward.

After I changed, I folded my school clothes neatly, and tried on some lip balm because I don't want their 'thoughtful' comments and straightening my hair with my hands, I went back to my chair which was in the top row of the bleachers thingy. Claire was already dressed, looking pretty as ever with a braid making it's way to her lower back. 

"You look pretty Tammy." She complimented me.

I really didn't.

"Thanks, Claire, you too!" I said smiling.

"Thanks, Tammy." She showed her pearly whites.

Claire was nice girl.  She didn't have any ego, attitude or arrogant behavior. She had gray eyes and blonde hair with a really polite smile. She was a good friend of mine but not as good as Rylie. We didn't know each other on such a personal level.  

All of us had to line-up inside another room with the bleachers kinda thingy in it. The metal stands weren't looking that strong to be honest. As each of us started started to climb on it, it was shaking very badly. Horrified gasps and groans and low screams escaped our mouths. It was so difficult to climb these metal bleachers with these black gowns on.

It felt girly. 

After a few minutes of self-consciousness, everyone was dressed up and in their places, chewing lips, biting nails and looking around uncomfortably. Nata- a Soprano, opened the door after checking that everyone was ready just to reveal Mr. Zachary standing impatiently, tapping his foot.