Chapter 10 : Rumors and Love Songs
Aireal’s P.O.V.
It’s been a week since I punched Aphrodite, a week since I got stitches. Some of the kids that saw her on her way to the nurse’s office started a rumor that she had dated someone else’s boyfriend and then got what she deserved, which isn’t necessarily wrong. But from that, the rumors escalated and the most recent one is “Aireal got majorly pissed off that she was with Ricky and slammed Aphrodite’s face into their door, breaking her nose and swung a lamp, that cute purple fuzzy one, at her head, popping her jaw out of place. But not before Aphrodite could slice her hand open with a piece of glass from the mirror that she’d slammed her into.”
Ahh, idiots these days. They make life laughable.
“Hey Air!” Natie, Spence, Alex, and Caity all say in unison as I walk into the choir room.
“Hey guys!” I scream and run over to tackle them in a giant hug.
“OWW! Son of a BITCH!” I immediately pull my hand back and hug it to my chest. Ow Ow Ow! Damn you, you stupid stitches, that voice in my head curses. Why am I so stupid sometimes??
“Are you alright Aireal?” Alex asks with a slightly amused tone of voice.
“Do you need some more medicine? I have some in my bag...” Caity offers.
“I’m okay. It just hurts, but yes please. Medicine would be great right now.” I’m so lucky I have Caity. She’s always got everything I need.
We walk over to her bag and she tosses me the bottle of Aspirin, which, being the genius I am, I catch with my right hand, the one with the stiches.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I scream in pain, just as Mr. Ross walks through the doors with an amused expression and smirk threatening to form on his face.
“Aireal, language.” He scolds playfully. He is such a cool teacher! I run over to the water fountain and down a few pills.
“Alright, everyone gather round. I have some big news to share with you all.” Mr. Ross announces, sounding all excited.
Everyone sits on the risers, anticipating the big news.
“What’s happening?” a boy from the alto section asks.
Everyone starts bombarding the teachers with questions.
“Hush, Hush! I can’t understand any of you! But, this year, the theatre group is short of people for the production they’re producing this year. And they need singers, artists, writers, tech people, lighting, stage managers, and all that great stuff. So, being the great teacher I am, I volunteered this wonderful class to help and be in the production. Isn’t this wonderful?” He beams at all of us, obviously proud of himself.
There’s a mixture of cheers and moans from the class.
“What production are they doing?” A redheaded girl in soprano section asks.
“Well, they’re still trying to decide. But either one they choose they’ll be short of people. They might even write a totally original play and then produce that.” He explains. “So, who wants to help?”
Half of the class raises their hands in the air, mine and my group included.
He nods, taking note. “And do not want to?”
The other half of the class raises their arms.
“Alright, well. Too bad. You’re all helping.” He beams. “BUT, for those of you that are a little shy on stage, I’ll give you credit if you help with building and painting the set or gathering props or helping with the technical stuff. Is that fair enough?” He questions the non-enthusiastic group.
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Just My Sometimes Stupid Luck
Novela JuvenilAfter my mom died, I had lost the one person that accepted and knew everything about me. I was forced to move in with my dad, who really isn't much of a dad to begin with. I started to be a 'bad kid' in his eyes and so now I'm attending a boarding s...
