The Choir Teacher's Brother

Chapter 1

"As I, turn up the collar on

My favorite winter coat

This wind is blowing my mind

I see the kids in the streets

With not enough to eat

Who am I to be blind?

Pretending not to see their needs

 A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top

And one man's soul ( and a one man's soul)

They follow each other on the wind ya' know

'Cause they got nowhere to go

That's why I want you to know"

I confidentially stroll back to my seat in the middle of the 2nd row after singing yet another successful practice at Man In The Mirror, by Michael Jackson, for our choir concert tomorrow night.

The song quickly starts to come to end but not before I walk back up to the front of the class and sing the only solo of the song. As the rest of the choir sings out the back up parts, I belt out, "Change!" and hold it for god knows long until Ms. Krewshaw, my director, cues me off, and I finish the song with my choir.

"Oh! Perfect everyone! Yet again, so perfect! How did I get so lucky to teach such a great group of kids for my first year of teaching!"

Let me just back up a bit, so I don't lose you.

My name is Anabelle Jasmine, I'm 17, I have brown hair that reaches down to my waist, light blue eyes, and I'm 5 foot 6. I sing in the school's varsity choir and I play the piano. I'm a senior and live in  Austin, Texas.

Ms. Krewshaw is our choir director, she's 24, and like she just said before, this is her first year. I know it sounds a bit weird having a first time teacher in charge of a varsity choir, but the assistant director didn't want to be the main director, so now we have Ms. Krewshaw. My thoughts flew out the window when the bell rang.

"Ok ladies, and gents! Great job today! See you tomorrow! Oh and Anabelle can I see you for a second?" Ms. Krewshaw usually calls me after class, because 1, I have a free period after this, so I sometimes stay back and help with papers, or because 2, I sometimes need ride, because I like to try to ride to school with my friends, but then I don't have a ride after school, so she gives me a ride. It could also help that she's my neighbor.

"Yes, Ms. Krewshaw?" I ask sweetly when the whole class empties.

 " Cut the crap Ana, don't call me that," Ms,. Krewshaw, or Emma, says fake glaring at me while shaking her head at me in more fake disappointment.

"Sorry Ems, I just think it's funny that I have to call you by 'Ms. Krewshaw' in class," as I said her last name she made a face, and I burst out laughing.

"Oh hush! Anyway, do you think you can help me prepare for the concert tomorrow?" She asked me, not even bothering to pull the puppy dog face, because that stuff doesn't work on me, and she knows it.

"Eh, what do I get out of it, hum?" I smirked, enjoying her borderline begging me to help.

"I'll get you out of all your afternoon classes and I'll make you some breakfast tomorrow? Please, Ana, Please? I can't be alone in the auditorium, you know it gives me the creeps!"

I gave her another signature smirk, that always seems to stick to my face, " Well... if you put it that way.. sure! Plus, tomorrow is a half-day, so I'll already be out anyway, but you owe me breakfast!"

For a second I thought she didn't understand, but then realization hit her, and smacked me on the arm. "You butthole!"

"Guilty as charged!" And to add something extra, I spun around and smacked my butt, laughing. "Come on now best friend we best be going!" I swung my bag onto my back while she packed up her papers and teacher stuff.

We walked out to her car and drove home.

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