Once Upon A December

August

Chapter One

It is the time of month where kids and adults get ready for the first day of school or university. Everyone is excited and not because of the long lectures but meeting those who have close friends once again. Their smiles, laughter, and gossip is ready to be told all in just this day. Though, high school is where most volt the memories and where one leaves to enter the real world.

Bethany Falomir rushes to the entrance of the school showing off her new clothes she bought over the summer. She felt extremely excited to walk down the halls with her friends and curious of the new people in her classes. When she enters the main hangout spot, her mouth slowly opened. The view of the quad, where tables were set with staff that work at administration, had long lines that snaked around the surrounded area. A poster that displayed "C-F" made those whose last name began with that initial to stand behind the sign. Which brought Bethany to form behind the last person.

Where are you?

She sends a text to her best friend.

In line girl and I was like looking for you too. Didn't you get my calls?

Bethany knew she did not receive any calls but checks her phone anyway. As she scrolls, an email notification appears with a class announcement for choir.

Dear New Madrigals,
You are receiving this email because you made the class! I could not wait any longer to inform you guys! So congratulations and will meet tomorrow for zero period at 6:45 a.m. so do not be late! Bring your voices and prepare for new challenges for this year!

Mr. Jeon

"Oh shit," she whispers.

To her surprise, it was unexpected to make the advanced class in choir. It is not her passion but she enjoys it. The way others saw that class was an advantage to relax instead of another 'boring' class like History.
      Bethany dials her best friends phone and within one ring it stops, "Greg?"
"I told you I called, you bitch you didn't answer," he says with sass making Bethany giggle. "I'd rather be in class than wait in line to get our schedules. Why can't they just give it to our home teacher? Imagine all the damn time they can be saving out of their lives, Jesus!"

     "Greg," she laughs while her hand cups over her mouth, "you always complain! Deal with it!"

"I can't deal with lines Beth, remember how big of a party pooper I was at Disney and Six Flags? I legit made everyone pissed because I was so fucking mad at the long ass lines!"

Beth hovered her mouth trying not to slip a small laugh. "Well," she bites her lips then releases, "cut everyone and get it the Greg way."

"Actually b, I am like next in line."

"Are you serious?" she gasps, "then stop complaining because I am legit at the end of the line."

"Beth, I'll go look for you in a bit, I am next."

     Greg ends the call, leaving Bethany feel lonely. But it wasn't five minuets until he appears. She raises her brows, checking out her best friend and his new outfit. He began to runway walk towards her before cracking a big laugh as he hides his face with embarrassment. Greg embraces Bethany into his arms giving her no space to breathe and hears her laugh while battling her way out of his strong long arms. "I legit saw you like fucking yesterday but I always miss you Beth!!" He pulls her into another rather rough hug and releases her quickly after. "Oh," he pulls his new schedule out, "here it is."

     Bethany quickly takes it examining his the blue half-cut paper that listed all six classes. "I hope we get some classes together."

     Few minutes pass and Bethany receives her schedule. Before she could even see it, Greg snatched it off from behind her -since he is very tall- and made her jump. He put both schedules side by side and judging by his face he looked happy. "Okay, we have three classes together! English, Pre Cal, and Chemistry. So basically the hard classes, the ones that we will fail." Greg laughs, "and girl you actually made advanced choir? And bitch It was only a bet!"

"Dude! I know right? Last year in beginning women's choir, we sucked so bad and Mr. Jeon would always look so frustrated!"

"Then I wonder if Madrigals would be any different." He says taking my hand to pull me towards the hallway and enter our first boring lecture.