Between the Lines

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Abigail’s POV

“Again.”

I rolled my eyes when the teacher raised her hands and signaled for us to sing the chorus again. I was totally tired of singing over and over. We sounded more than perfect, but Ms. Kingsley didn’t want to believe it.

My gazed drifted off from the teacher and to the rest of the students. They were all putting on a brave face, but I knew it was all for show. They were tired of this too.

When we finally finished, Ms. Kingsley gave us a rare smile. “Good job. You all should perform well at the first concert tomorrow. Ah, there’s the bell. Off you all go.”

The class quickly dispersed, picking up their belongings on the way out.

“Miss Adams.”

I mentally rolled my eyes again when she called my name. Reluctantly, I turned around with a fake smile on my face. “Yes, Ms. Kingsley?”

“Do you have a problem with my class?”

I shook my head.

She put her hands on her hips. “I find that very hard to believe seeing that you were rolling your eyes at me the whole time.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“There it is again!”

I frowned. I didn’t realize I did it! “I have an eye problem.”

“That’s it.” She scowled. “You’ve been going through this class all semester like you don’t care about anything I’m teaching you. You are not allowed to perform in the concert tomorrow.”

“You can’t do that!” I exclaimed. There were going to be scouts there. If they happen to choose me, I could finally show them the songs I wrote. “That’s not fair. Just because I rolled my eyes at you? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Disrespecting me won’t be tolerated.” Ms. Kingsley told me. “Don’t worry. You’ll be able to sing that the next one.”

I bit my lip hard from cursing at her and stomped my way out of the classroom. I can’t believe she’d do that. That’s not even fair!

“Abby! Hey! Wait up!”

I stopped in the middle of the crowd, remembering that Stephanie was waiting in front of the classroom for me like always. Her fiery red hair was tied up in a ponytail today, clips holding up her bangs. She had on a tight orange t-shirt and jeans that showed off her slim curves. Unlike me. I was born curve-less.

I gave her an apologetic smile as she walked up to me. “Hey. I’m sorry. I forgot we always meet up here.”

She looped her arm through mine and pushed us through the crowd of buzzing teenagers. “You never forget. What’s got you all worked up?”

“Ms. Kingsley.” I answered.

She nodded in understanding. She knew I hate choir class. Not just because of the singing but because of the songs we sing. They’re so boring.

“Did she criticize your singing again?” She asked knowingly. “I swear that lady is jealous of that voice of yours.”

I shook my head. “I can’t play the concert next week.”

She gasped. “What?”

“Yeah. Kingsley got mad that I rolled my eyes at her.”

“Well, you do roll your eyes a lot.” Stephanie agreed. “See! You just did it!”