Not Normal

Chapter 2: 2 hours

Maths.
I hate it.
I'm smart, smart in common sense. Since my parents are always off doing business trips or just traveling and they alway leave me alone with my older brother only coming home for a month or so through out the year, I've learnt to take care of both of us.
So I practically act like an older sister when the time is needed, that's how I got my common sense.
But maths smart? Science smart? Nope.
I'm good at English, sometimes.
Can't spell, but still good when it comes to the writing and creative parts.
I'm also good at music, not instruments but vocals. I can read notes and stuff, and play if needed, but I'm not the best.
Oh, and I do cooking class, because when I graduate I want to own a bakery, not full time though, so I have time to write or sing.

Back to maths.

I'm sitting in the back of the class beside the window, doing what I always do.
Which is (if your wondering) steering out the window, lost in my deep imagination.
Have you had one of those days were you just 'love' questions.
Have you ever thought about aliens.
What they could look like? How many arms they have? How many eye? If they have names? If they can smell and taste? If they live on a planet or just float around in space? If there less or more advanced than us?
I mean we're really advanced if you think about it.
We have electricity, houses and food.
We can grow and farm our food.
Also we have a lot of things in science like atoms and partials, how did people know about it? How did they make the telescope or microscope?
Or how they made television or tablets?

It was times like this when I wished I was smart.

Well I was having one of those days, were I question everything... even my own Existence, and what would happen to the world if I died. How it would effect all the people that I love.

What would everyone's reaction be if I was to jump out this window and sprout wings. That would be awesome.
"-Miss Carter?" I spun to the front of the room where I herd my last name being called.
"Yes?" I replied not knowing what Mr Jew said.
"So you are?" The class giggled, so I replied a quick no.
"So your not?"
Oh my god! This is so frustrating, I don't even no what the question was... but I wasn't going to admit that though.
"Are you?" I fired back, not knowing what else to do or said.
"Very well. Just make sure your listening next time" He said.
"Yes sir" when hell freezes over. There's no way I'm listening in maths. I hate it. No wonder I'm failing at it.

20 minutes later of pretending to listen, but really I was just planning the next thing that would happen in my book, the bell rang.
I picked my bag up and was the first out the door.
I shoved my earphones in and my favourite song, 'havana by Camilo Cabello' started playing.
(if you haven't heard it, it's the song at the very top. And you have no life)

I walked to my next class music, humming to the tune and weaving my way through the crowded halls.
Music was probably my favourite class.
I could sing free and be non-judged well doing it.

I walked into the large room filled with interments and the sweet sound of someone playing a Beethoven song on the piano drifts through form one of the soundproof rooms that had a partly opened door.
Some of the desks that occupied the room were dulled up with my small music class as they waited Patiently for the teacher to arrive.
I saw Olivia sitting were we usually sit, in the front left corner of the room.
Since non of her 'friends' are in this class we sit together. But even if her friends were in this class I highly doubt that she would sit with them.
After taking a quick set next to her the teacher entered the room. Mrs Tomson was probably my favourite teacher, she was really nice and funny.
She was chubby, round, short and about 68 years old.
She alway wore bright colourful cloths with floral prints on them, that suited her cherry red checks and British accent.
Overall, she was pretty cute for a high school teach.
"Hello class, today were just practicing for the up and coming talent show. That all music classes in your year will be entering as well, you will also be assessed on it so no pressure."
She said half sarcastically.
Wow, this might be the first time I've seen her in a bad mood... 
"In this project you can have up to 6 people in one act"
I looked over at Olivia who had the same question in her eyes 'partners?' We both nodded our heads with a smirk on our faces, we were going to bring everyone down, and blow them 10 feet out of there sets.
After the teacher excused the class they start partnering up, well me and Olivia made our way to one of the practice rooms at the back.

"So, what song do you want to do?" Olivia asked.
"I have no idea" I answered honestly, "hey what's your favourite song, that doesn't necessarily have piano in it?" I asked "right now it would probably have to be 'Havan' I'm in love and obsessed with that song" she said.
"I'm so glad we have similar tastes in music" I said to her.
"So what's your plain?" She asked looking at me curiously.
"Well I was just wondering if it was a song that would be good with just singing and piano, but it's not. And I think a lot of people will try to preform that song... so maybe we could go for another one"
"Ok" she replied talking a seat on the piano stool and thinking, and I sat next to her.

"Hey... do you like Sam Smith?" I asked.
"Yeah, great singer" she replied.
"Have u heard his song 'to good at good byes'?"
"Yeah... omg yes! That's a perfect song, I even know some of it on the piano" she shouted in excitement.

After she played almost half the song with only a few misshaps and me listening, we decided this was the song.

I started singing along with her... and we were really good, sure I went out of key a few times, and she pressed the wrong keys at points. But it was good. It wasn't great, were we were going to be, and it was pretty far bad.

"We still have a lot of practicing to do... I really need to learn the words, which I believe I can do this lesson" I told her, as I pulled out my phone and searched up the lyrics to the song.

"Ok, I need to get the notes down so I can learn when at home. We should organise times to go to your house so we can practice together" she said and I agreed.
"What about every Wednesday and Saturday?"
"I'm busy Wednesdays, but what about Thursdays?" She replied.
"That sounds good" I smiled at her as the bell rang.

The resign we always go to my house is because I have all the Instruments we need along with my brother and his friend Jake, who Olivia was crushing on.

And I have to admit, they were a cute couple.