Fly High | Book 2

Chapter IX- Rock Of Clans Academy: School Of Arts

"Rock Of Clans Academy: School Of Arts"

"There you are!"  Gretchen exclaimed, "Well...you must be here cause you need to know what-to-do," as she pointed me. What task was she talking about? Is it important? Actually, she always gave me nonsense tasks. Like, she was not good in torturing me like what in the fairytales usually happened. In the past days, she ordered me to bring her papers from the center hall of the old village to her new built house just near to our old house in the left village I have.

     "What task are you going to give me?" I asked.

     "Play this CD," she commanded and of course, I obeyed her.

     I pulled the CD she handed to me and swiftly insert it in the CD player and pressed the play button. It was Terry and Kora's songs! Terry and Kora had a CD? The song filled the house and their voices scattered around. "I wish I have my own CD, too," I whispered onto myself.

      Terry and Kora stood up from sitting in the sofa and set themselves. The people in the house were onto them, — listening. Their voices were good but their songs weren't. I found Mr. Richard and Mr. Thomas' stares — their eyebrows were pulling together unwanted to hear the sisters' voices. They looked back at me and gave me giggles and I also laughed softly to them that only me could hear. I lean my head down and tried not to listen their song. Gretchen was so confident and amazed in listening to her daughters' song. She really enjoyed it and even me (if I'm a mother), I would also love their songs.

     After the song was played the house was in at once in a silent mode. Gretchen cut off the silence through her claps. In the sofa, were Terry and Kora boastfully sitting while lip synching their song and at the same time listening to it, they gave me their most irritating smirked. And I just rolled my dark eyes down to resist their glares. Gretchen stood up from her shiny wooden chair and started to spoke up maybe she wanted to tell something about her daughters song.

     "What a glamorous song!" And she didn't even omit to gave some applaud for her only girls. "Well... Whom did they inherit that trait?" The crowd paused for a moment. "Anyway, I have a great announcement today," I was curious and intrigued at her words. "Terry and Kora are going to join and enroll in the one of the greatest school of arts," she began. "Really?" I dumbly asked. Why did I asked that? Silly me. "Yes, of course, Ezra," and she gave me a confused look, of course, I dropped my head. "They will join the Rock of Clans Academy!" Gretchen rejoiced. "Oh my God!!! Is that real?!!" Terry asked with her eyes widened. Her mom nodded. "That is the huge opportunity for me!!!" Terry rejoiced, too, but Kora argued. "No, Terry, for us!" Terry gave her a bad looked as she rolled her eyes. Gretchen came near to them and said, "You will become famous and will be given a chance to have a duet with your favorite rockstar hunk! But, for now, get ready to pack your things for the boarding school of arts." The sisters were so overjoyed about what their mother had announced.

     Jollie went near to me from dad. She whispered in my ear, "The rockstar hunk will be unlucky." My eyes were widened and I smiled, hiding it. "Shh... Gretchen might hear you," I told her. "It's true," she argued and I hushed. Gretchen looked to us her eyebrows were pulling together. "Won't you congratulate them?" She said seriously. "Congratulations," we said in unison and dad, Mr. Richard and Mr. Thomas did so. "Better!" The cruel stepmom finished and turned to her daughters and told them. "Went to your room now and packed your things. You are going to register your names in ROCA, NOW!!!" Gretchen commanded so swiftly. Terry and Kora who were so under by their mother, immediately obeyed her.

     Gretchen went to me in a lion face mood. I stared at her. Focused. "And how bout you?" She mumbled to herself with her fingers on her chin. After a few moment, she smiled at me like an evil stepmother. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked as an assurance for myself. "I'm going to make as my daughters maid in their boarding school." She said immediately. "A maid?" I stood up and protested. "Yes! Why not?" And turned off to me going to her room. I followed and spoke to stop her. "But... I'm not going to be their maid." She paused and turned to me. "Well... You have no choice." I argued. "I have a choice!"