New Life - Adopted by skydoesminecraft (old)

Late

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They're ten minutes late. Where in the hell could they be?

I glance down at this prison of a dress; Black, empire waist, and a sash that tied behind me.  The hem of it barely skimmed the carpeted floor. The day I received it, it dragged and I nearly fell with each step I took. Thank heaven for needles and thread. You could see the shine of my dress shoes under it, inherited by my late great-grandmother.

The room was humming with activity, girls and boys alike  socializing with their friends or simply running amuck, playing on the piano, lounging on the rigid yet somehow comfortable chairs. My poor choir teacher, Allison, was going over last minute preparations with our pianist, Mr. Norman. And amidst all this commotion was me, wringing my hands and glancing out the doors. Waiting to see that glint of gold paint, my mother's van.

Allison finally raised her voice. "All right, get into your parts. Altos on the left, Sopranos on the right."

With a heavy heart, I did as she said. Maybe they might turn up later, I reassured myself. Don't start worrying yet.

I should though, they've never been late.

However, we needed to warm up. Ooo's, aaah's, and as I focused on diction and whole, open sounds, I worried about my family like a dog would worry a bone. By the curtain call, I was filled to the brim with anxiety. Ms. Allison seemed to catch on.

"Christina, are you okay?" She pulled me away as we walked towards the auditorium. Her face reflected a bit of worry, and concern for me.

"Y-Yeah, I am. Worrying a bit. My family's not here." I bit my lip, looking down at my hands.  "They usually see me before every performance for good luck..."

"Hey, maybe they're a little late. And I know you don't need luck, you're one of my best pupils." As I glanced up, I could see her smile fondly at me. I relaxed a bit, then nodded.

"Okay, maybe you're right. We can't leave the audience waiting though, so we really gotta go." The group had gotten some distance away from us, and she regarded that with a sigh before leading me back into the black mob.

We proceed to the stage, where the stage curtain is drawn and we can hear muffled voices. I think about a note jump in our first price and practice it silently while we wait. As I do this, I can see an officer pulling back the curtain. She gestures for Ms. Allison to come to her and they disappear. Whispers are traded between the people in my group, Why is she here? Who did coke? and some snicker. I scowl; Nobody here can even get their hands on that.

Allison returns. She's red faced, on the brink of tears. Like somebody died.

"Ch-Christina?"

No. Please.

I walk stiffly over, feeling numb. My way of preparing myself. It's like I know what she's gonna say before the words even leave her lips.

"Your family i-is dead. They died in a car collision. I'm so, so sorry."

There's your first chapter! I intend on starting from the beginning and you guys let me know if you like, aight? Leave a comment, and maybe send me a vote? Much appreciated!