Trust Me

Time Flies

Not long after her birthday, Michelle had switched from Choir class to Guitar class. She used to love singing in choir, but her current teacher only preferred opera music. While Michelle was a fan, it was only of some musicals like Phantom of the Opera where she could actually enjoy singing along. Otherwise, it was just very distasteful to her, which is why she decided to switch out. She had been wanting to learn how to play guitar anyways, since her sister gave her the acoustic she no longer used. Michelle had a handbook to learn but she found it much easier to have a teacher guide her, even though the semester was about halfway through and she would be a bit behind.

Her first day walking into her guitar class, she looked around and saw two familiar faces. One belonged to Joey, Marcus's friend, and the other belonged to Pamela, a friend of a friend from junior high school. Pamela was Kelly's best friend from when they were in middle school, and then Michelle came into the picture and they became a trio for the most part. Kelly and Michelle hung out a lot more than Pamela could with them, since Michelle had lived down the street from Kelly. Of the two, she decided she would rather sit next to Kelly if she had a choice, but she didn't. The teacher had assigned seats by last name, and that put her in the front next to Joey.

He was ecstatic about it, while she was a little bit uneasy. She had only seen him a few times, and talked to him only that once. Usually she was busy doing homework or practice at JROTC when she wasn't at home playing video games, she didn't really get out much to hang with friends. Not that they invited her to begin with, she was never really the 'popular' one, like Marcus was. She was okay with that, she preferred staying at home and reading books or playing video games or binge watching shows on Netflix.

Since all the basics had already been taught, such as how to tune your guitar and finger placements and what have you, Michelle would turn to Pamela for help during class when the teacher allowed them to do whatever. Which was pretty often, and you would know because a lot of people would be playing the Mario theme song or Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple and talking up a storm. If she felt she was doing okay, Michelle would work on math homework in class.

About a month or two into the semester, they were told to pair up with someone for their final and perform a song on the guitar that they hadn't played before. Her and Pamela decided to be funny and play the Adventure Time opening theme song for their final. Though, they didn't actually practice at all before the final like they should've. They had been spending their time studying for their other subjects instead, feeling that those were more important than an elective final with a teacher who didn't really give them anything to do.

Michelle focused on her Math and English finals more than the rest of them, while she excelled at English, she still wanted to do great on the final and Math wasn't exactly her strongest suit but she wasn't horrible at it either. It was just a bit harder for her to study for Math since she had lost her Math book earlier in the semester and had been borrowing a friend's book during school. Driver's Ed wasn't so hard, the teacher had been giving them different versions of tests throughout the year of the actual driver's permit test, making studying so much easier.

In her JROTC class, they had an essay to do about what leadership means to them individually. It was something that the Army had assigned all the Army JROTCs, and the instructors would choose the best essays to send in for the 'competition' they were doing statewide. In class they would spend time working on rough drafts, peer editing each other's papers and then rinse and repeat until finals week was just around the corner.

When finals week came in, things seemed to become wilder at school. Seniors were walking around not giving two shits, claiming they had senioritis which is just an excuse for not doing work or caring about school since they were graduating anyways. Everyone else rushed to their classes, spent all the time given in class to go over their answers and recheck their calculations and make sure their spelling was correct and they had the right formats on their essays. All students had the same break between classes, each group of friends at their own hangout area bragging about what scores they think they got or how well they think they did in certain classes.