Say Goodbye (a Selection story)

Chapter Six

A knock on my doors wakes me from my sleep. I look at the clock: 7:00 am. That means I got about two hours of sleep, great.
      "Knock knock knock!"
      "Yes yes I'm coming!" I shout at whoever is at the door. I quickly roll out of bed and walk over the door and open it, "What?" I ask the guard standing outside.
      "I was told to inform you that your father had to fly to Germany on some important business," he told me.
       "Why wasn't I included on this trip?" I ask angrily.
        "I do not know, sir. I'm only the messenger," he says.
         I roll my eyes. "Okay thank you for informing me," I say and shut my door.
I bet he didn't even think to include me in this. No matter what I do to prove myself to him, he never sees me as anything but a small boy who can't handle himself. I probably could've helped him with whatever he is dealing with but he obviously doesn't think so. Whatever, at least this postponed going over the guest list with him.
         I sigh. Just thinking about the guest list brings on more memories of America. Is that girl ever going to get out of my head?!
        I try to think about other things as I shower and I get ready for the day, but that girl just keeps popping up in my thoughts.
        Another knock on my door startles me. I smile as I realize it's coming from the door that conjoins Kriss's room and mine. I quickly rush over to it and immediately give her a long, hard  kiss.
         "Well, someone is in a good mood," Kriss says once we break apart.
         "I just missed you," I say.
         "I missed you too," she says with her beautiful smile, "Shall we go to breakfast?"
         "Let's," I say. I hold out my arm and she takes it.
"So, we are going to have to postpone finalizing the guest list because my father had to leave on important business in Germany," I tell Kriss as we walk to breakfast.
"Oh? Shouldn't you have gone along?" she asks.
"Apparently he thinks I'm not needed," I say.
"Well, I'm sure he wanted you to go along, but he knew you had a lot of wedding planning to do," she says.
"I'm sure that's it," I say with a smile so I wouldn't worry her. Kriss still didn't know much about how my father is. I hate keeping secrets from her, but she looks up to my parents so much and I couldn't ruin that for her.
As we walk into Dining Hall, I notice that my mother isn't here.
"Her Majesty chose to have breakfast in your father's office," a maid tells me.
I nod my head. She's probably going over the work my father would have to do today.
Kriss and I didn't talk much during breakfast, which was odd. She always talks during meals.
"Is something wrong, my dear?" I ask.
"No, no why would something be wrong?" she says nervously.
"You're just a little quiet today," I say.
"Well, you see...umm...I just have another thing...well, it's not...it's just," she stutters.
I take her hand, "Kriss you can tell my anything. I'm going to be your husband." I say.
"Well, it's just," she sighs, "it could possibly be another thing that has to deal with her."
"America?" I ask while raising my eyebrows. Why can't this girl just be forgotten about!
"Well, your mother and I decided that it would be a nice thing to have an orchestra from one of the Universities of Music instead of the palace one for our wedding, you know because we are both passionate about the schools," she says.
"Yes, I think that would be a very nice thing to do. But I'm still confused on how this would have anything to do with her," I say.
"We started going through the list of schools and we narrowed the options down to three: Angeles, Clarmont, and Carolina. We would have to visit a performance and each school."
"I still don't see why America would be a problem. Just because one of the schools is in her hometown doesn't mean she will be at the performance."
"On the contrary, actually," she pauses, "America is one of the top teachers at the University in Carolina. It would be a mandatory performance for her to attend."
I sigh. This girl is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

       

America
The buzz of students socializing fills the halls as I walk into the school. Many of them say hello as I walk pass.
     Life has been good lately. I got a job at the University of  Music- Carolina. It's one of the more prestigious schools that only Twos and Threes can afford. I've been teaching piano, violin, and occasionally vocal lessons for the past month and it's been great. The kids here aren't stuck up like most Twos and Threes. Most of them are extremely hard working and have such a passion for music. Now don't get me wrong, there's still those few students that think they are better than everyone else. I have a hard time teaching them because I'm younger than most of the students and they think they don't have to listen to me. That's always fun to deal with.
       "Miss Singer! Miss Singer!"
       I turn around and see one of my favorite students running towards me with her violin in hand.
       "Well, hello Becca! In a hurry today I see," I say with a smile.
       "I...just wanted...to...catch you before...your first class," she says clearly out of breath. The girl must've ran all the way from home.
       "Well, I have about five minutes before it starts," I say.
        "I just wanted to see if you were free after school today for another private lesson?" she asks.
        I smile. Becca is only 16 and a true prodigy. Her violin skill is exceptional and you can tell she's worked hard to get here. At least once a week she asks for a private lesson at my apartment, even though she honestly doesn't need it. It's nice to have her company though so I never turn her down.
        "Of course! My last class is at two so you can come over anytime after that," I say.
        "I could just meet you at the end of your class," she says.
         I laugh, "Becca, you have a rehearsal at 3:30 and I don't think Professor Janey will appreciate you missing another one," I say.
         Becca sighs, "I guess your right. Hopefully this one won't last three hours."
          "Hopefully not. Now go get to class. I'll see you later," I say.
           I watch as Becca runs off to her class. I shake my head. That girl is always in a hurry.
         Conversation ceases as I walk into my class room. I have about 50 students in this class, which used to terrify me but I've gotten used to it.
"Good morning class!" I say.
"Good morning, Miss Singer," they chorus back.
"Let's begin."

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About halfway through class, we are interrupted by the dean, Professor Sun, of the university walking into class.
"I'm sorry students to interrupt you all, but I need to talk to Miss Singer about some very important matters right now," he says, "in my office."
"Right now?" I ask. "In the middle of class?"
"Yes, Professor Daily will sub in for you," he says while heading towards the door. I guess that's why cue to follow.
What could possibly be so important that the dean of the school has to interrupt class? Guess I'll find out.