Sick

Chapter two

~~~~~~~~~~~~~3rd block~~~~~~~~

    When I walked the chorus classroom the first thing I saw was a giant mirror in the room. At first my initial thought was "why me?!" Then I saw a rack of costumes, and saw that as a way to hide from the mirror. I put my bag down in front of the mirror, and just hid behind the rack of costumes. Listening to other people's conversations, and honesty some of them already make me sick to my stomach. Some of these people are so full of themselves. Some of them think the world owes them everything, some think they're better than everybody, some are just fucking assholes. I know how do I know when I never had one conversation with them, well I like to take people in by just observing them. Most of the time ( it almost never) fails me.
        The teacher walks in and I can say she looks stunning. She looks like she's in her mid- thirties, long black hair, curvy....just ...."Beautiful " I accidentally say out loud. Thank goodness nobody heard it. Our first assignment was to think about a song that best describes who we are.
        One song. That's a hard one. We have until the end of the semester to have the paper done, to be prepared to sing it in front of the class, and it counts as our final grade. "Hey" I look up to see who was actually talking to me. "Hi" I respond then look back down on an empty piece of paper. "My name is Jack. What's yours?"
"Margaret" I hope that he just walks away from me, but he sits next to me. "So what is your song gonna be?" he writes something down on his paper but is still looking at me.
" I don't know yet. We have a whole semester to do it, so I'm not in a rush to do it." I say hoping he would just get off my back.
" well I think I have an idea of what my song will be."
"Can we just write our own song? "
He stopped writing and looked at me" I don't know you might have to ask the teacher"
"I'll just email her when I get home"
"Too shy?" He smirks.
"I'm just not the type to talk to teachers in general. Unless it's when I'm answering a question they ask me"  he finally leaves me alone and continues to write in silence.

Eventually, the bell rings I practically ran out of the classroom not wanting to be trampled by the other students like last time. I bump into Mr. Cameron and he accidentally spills his coffee on himself. I stop dead in my tracks, and I'm scared out of my mind. He gives me a look and tells me to come with him. He takes us to his classroom. " I'm so sorry Mr. Cameron I'll pay for that." I was practically shaking right now at this point. I'm normally not this scared. He tells me to be quiet and I shut up while he changes his shirt behind a cabinet. When he's done he tells me to take a seat. It was then I realized I was fucked.

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Wow I already have two reads well I hope it was a good read 🤗