Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 5:
Barbie
After the embarrassing French lesson, I'm eager to go to music.
Throughout the whole lesson, Steven sat there with a cheeky look on his face, Madam Rosilet kept picking on me for answers after my late entry; and Zac kept looking at my answers-
Not that I minded.
And the two girls that were talking about us when we walked in late kept looking over at us, whispering and then going on their phones. It was as if they were sports commentators, and they had thousands of people they had to update every time the tiniest thing happened.
The sudden sound of the bell is like music to my ears.
I leap out of my seat, grabbing my bag and almost sprinting for the door but Zac grabs my arm, putting himself in front of my escape route. I turn, agitated at the thought of being caught in all of the people, who are still staring and whispering.
"So, I'll catch you later then." He says with a smirk which turns into a cheeky grin.
Great.
It's as if he deliberately said that so that everyone would become even more curious and he definitely did it to annoy me. The two girls grab their phones, and they begin texting at a highly dangerous level of speed. I can just imagine the amount of posts I'll see on the school feed when I get home later.
The thought of all the unwanted attention makes my stomach churn, so I decide to focus on the fact that I have a music lesson next to try and take my mind off of the Zac drama.
As I near the art department of the school, it became apparent that I was in a more secluded area. This side of the school is much quieter, and the classic school spirit posters which crowd the walls are replaced with framed pictures of school musicals.
Once I reach the music room I am stunned by the size of it. There's the main room with long desks and a whiteboard. It's aligned with generic instruments like brass and wind instruments. The hallway leading up to the main music room has small rooms to practice in; filled with pianos and drums which I know I'll be sending most of my free time in. Next to the main room is another room filled with computers for the music software, attached to this room are two recording studios.
At the very end of the hallway stands a grand hall with a stage at the front, which I'm sure has been used for years of musicals. The room is decorated in rich colours and looks very similar to an old fashioned theatre. One wall is made up of huge, glass windows that look over the endless green fields that are next to the school. Standing in front of the stage is a black, grand piano. The rays from the sun acting as a spotlight to it. It looks like my kind of heaven.
