A-N0- The song is from the Broadway show WICKED. It fits perfectly! I'll italicize the lyrics in my entry. But i did change around some of the words to fit the situation better. No, Drew is not singing as well. Just Nikola
April 26th (Nikola's POV)
Dear Diary,
"The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide." -Henry Longfellow
And, yes, the tide definitely was turning. Things were going to
change-drastically- and I just hope I'm ready for it. And that change has
already begun. I've started my "fall", Drew is always high, Erika is cooking up
something wicked, Crash is more- everything, and Sophia and Tristan were
nominated as prom king and queen. I don't know if that last one was a joke or
not...but I'm thinking not. It shouldn't be a joke- good people deserve good
things. Let's just say that I know who I'm voting for- sorry, Drew.
I walked into school after paying the taxi driver. That's right, I had to take a
taxi to school. Drew doesn't drive me anymore, mom and dad don't have to go to
work for another forty minutes, Sophia still doesn't like me, and I just
couldn't ask Crash- not yet.
I went over to Crash's friends because they were the only ones that would accept
me- even though I didn't know any of them. It was awkward. I was fine on the
outside, all made up and wearing tight jeans and a tight inappropriate top; but
on the inside my stomach was churning. I was going to change my life. And
hopefully I could change Drew's too. So I went to class and never took my eyes
off the clock. At 1:25 I texted Drew:
Hey. Meet me in the chorus room in 10 mins
I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom and then stood in the choir
room- waiting.
Everything was so pointless! All of it! None of it mattered- not the parties,
the cheerleading, popularity, designer clothes...
Drew walked in, "What's up?"
"Do you remember when you used to be in chorus?" I ask, my voice filled with
nostalgia.
He blushed, "No. Maybe. So? You used to sing too!"
It was true. I was in chorus for about a month before I chose cheerleading. That
was in middle school. As soon as highschool started Drew got rid of any evidence
that he had ever been in the choir. But there was still one picture- mine. He
was wearing a tie and white shirt, standing amongst the other kids and looking
young and carefree. I kept that picture on my bedside table and looked at it
every night. I wanted that Drew. I wanted HIM. I wanted my brother...
"I still do. But I'm singing a different tune," I whispered, "Drew, I'm so
unhappy."
"So get happy!" He says as if it were that easy.
"I am. And this is me doing it. Drew, come with me, please."
YOU ARE READING
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