As you say

Chapter 20

The second I wakened all I forced myself to think of was choir. Just choir. I could deal with whatever happened there.

"What's the time?" I ask Ashton, turning around in his arms. My voice sounds awful.

"Around 5," Ashton looks at me carefully.

"Okay, I'm heading to choir. Alone."

"You sure?"

"I can handle it... I just have to remember my lessons," I said, swinging out of bed.

"Zaili, before you leave, do me a favor?" Ashton calls as I grab my file.

"Yeah?"

"Comb your hair," he smiles.

I laughed. I was such an ordinary thing to say I was compketely taken by surprise. This afternoon seemed too huge for ordinary.

I grabbed my bag and started walking the seven blocks to school, jogging a few times to get there before six. Choir on Monday nights from six to nine makes all the blueness of the week simply disappear.

"Zaili!" Cassie sing, opera-style.

"Cassie," I echo back at her.

"Are you ready for, ready for, the perfect choir,the perfect choir?" she sings at me.

"That doesn't make any sense, what are you thinking, Cassie?" I laugh along at her attemp at Dark Horse.

"About phytagaras, really, I just can't seem to find the logic in it," she frown at me, the go-to girl when it comes to mathematics. Love that stuff.

"I'll explain later, first, we're going to be late, so run!" I grab her arm and we set of for the hall.

We just sat as Mr Wet began with the warm ups. Standing heavily-still-I try to glance around inconspicuously. Mr Wet was known for his temper strikes.

He was not here. I didwknow how to feel towards that.

As we made our way through the evening-we had started a new piece, Elijah rock, and it is amazing!-I became more and more uplifted. Choir has this strange effect where it can bring me to the highest high right from the lowest low.

Walking with Cassie to the gate was normal too. Everybody except for me was having an ordinary day.

That sucks.

"Zaili!" Justin yells at me across the street, waving his arms in the air as if I'm blind. Supposedly regular human beings have horriible night vision, but I've never experienced that problem.

I wave back and Justin smiles. That's great. It's great to know you could do so little as just waving at someone to make them happy. Wish I was one of those people.

I am alone after everybody has ditched me for their ride. I usually catch a ride with Blake.

Ouch, heart hurts.

'Idiot! Don't think about him!' I scold myself. 'Clear your mind.'

My solution is easy; I began walking. As I slowly cruised past the houses, I sang. I sang everything. It was one of those moods.

I sang Let it go, A Team, Firework, Brave, Unwritten, Buffalo Soldier, Skyfall, Africa, even the school song.

I hate it when I'm bored.

But I hate it more when things out of the ordinary happen.