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How Do The Bells Sing Through My Head?

I absolutely hate history. It is the worst subject to ever be invented, and yet my parents decided to stick me in it because it is "fun". Ugh! I hate my parent's version of fun. It really isn't fair that I have to take this stupid course all because of my parents. Why do we even need to learn this subject? It's not like history is going repeat itself. Gosh!

The only bright side of history is that I am in here with Kelsey. She is a friend of mine that I haven't talked to since the third grade. Even though we don't talk, she still always knows just how to make me smile. The only other thing that makes this class better is the fact that we don't do anything. All I do is sit, read, listen to music, and laugh at all of the girls failing to get boyfriends. 

Who needs a boyfriend? That is all I ever ask myself. Do I need a boyfriend? Should I get a boyfriend? How would I get a guy to like me? I am just the girl with light blonde curls, a thin-lipped smile, and big bright eyes. I don't think that there are any boys that have ever looked at me and said to themselves, "Man, she is so sexy." To be honest, I don't even care what people think about me. I am just here at school so that I can get out on time. 

I always sit in the back of the class, no matter the subject. I guess that is what I get for being a backcourt volleyball player and a cello player. Everybody always says that there is something wrong with me because in high school, apparently, you can't like sports and band at the same time. You are either a band geek or a sports jock. I don't want to be either, I just want to be me. 

Day in and day out all that I hear in my thoughts are some bells ringing in my head. At first, I thought it was just my ears ringing because I accidentally took some Alive medicine while I was on my period, but later, about a year ago, I started to think about them more. I realize now that the bells playing through my head are a sign, a sign that everything will turn out okay.

How do the bells sing through my head? I wonder and wonder. I thought it was just some tune, but maybe, just maybe, they are calling out to someone. You never know until you find out, so I guess that I should sit tight and wait to see. But, oh how they sing, so beautiful and in tune. They sing without end and relieve me from the toxic pain of learning some old history lesson. They just might be my only escape from the real world.