Downhill

Chapter 61

“Well that was sad,” Sam says as we sit eating our overly priced lunches from the canteen. We just had an assembly this morning about Charlotte, luckily I wasn’t the only one crying and I had Sam there to cheer me up a bit. 

“Yeah,” I sigh. We stay silent for a bit before Sam perks up

“Are you going to join that dance group?” He asks, pointing towards the poster for the collage’s dance club 

“Um, I don’t know maybe,” I say, putting another crisp in my mouth and pointing the bag towards Sam.

“You should, your dancing is amazing,” He tells me, taking more than a few crisps in his fingers and shoving them in his mouth. 

“You’ve only seen me once,” I laugh, knowing he only came to our Saturday club because the library was being repainted that day. 

“But you were amazing,” He emphasises the amazing by widening his eyes at me.

“Whatever,” I shrug.

“What about the drama club?” he suggests.

“I can’t act to save my life,” I reply.

“I bet you can, come on, give me a surprised face,” he says, I give him an emotionless stare, “Um, happy face,” I do nothing, “Sad face?” I don’t move, “A ‘shut the fuck up Sam you’re being annoying’ face,” I still don’t move, “That’s it see you can act,” he laughs.

“I’m not joining the drama club,” I tell him then return to eating my food.

“But you said you wanted to get really into college this year.”

“Yeah but not necessarily the clubs, just the work and studying,” I shrug my shoulders.

“How about the art club, it says its for non art students and you’re always doodling or doing mini paintings in your room, don’t think I’ve seen them because I have,” he says, pointing his fork at me.

“I’ll do it if you will,” I laugh, knowing that Sam is the least artistic person I know. 

“Hell no, I’ll do it if you join the girls’ rugby team,” he counteracts.

“Ha! I doubt they’d let me on,” I laugh and he joins in.

Our laughter gets us a few disapproving looks from the teachers on the table next to us so we quieten down. 

“You gonna eat those?” Sam points to the packet of pineapple slices that came with my meal deal. 

“No, you have them,” I’ve never been a big fan of pineapple anyway. 

“Thank you,” he smiles. 

After lunch we head off to our classes, I’m so happy that I got double music. 

I walk in and take my seat, making small talk started by the few people I’ve become know in this class. 

“Hey, I saw your youtube videos, they’re really good,” a girl called Freya smiles at me.

“Oh, thank you,” I blush, not knowing how to react.

“You should do one of you actually singing, like a video of you yourself, you’d probably get a lot more subscribers,” she smiles, Mr Hensley walks into the class and we all sit down.

Do I really want more subscribers? I don’t know. Surely more viewers means more hateful comments? I try not to read the comments that much because I don’t want to know if people think I’m terrible but once I start I can’t stop. Luckily nearly all of the comments are positive.