You are the only girl in the boys choir. Why are you there? They need people with a higher singing voice. Your there early everyday, along with the 'president' of the choir, Matthew. Both of you were theater nerds, and loved school, unlike most stud...
I walked to the choir room and started setting up chairs. I few minutes after, someone else came in. I turn around, and jump a bit when I see it's another student. "Let me help you out there." He says, taking a chair from the side of the room. After we finish setting up, we sit down. "So, your the new girl in our choir?" He asks, trying to start a conversation. I nod. "Do you talk?" He asks softly. I nod again. "Do you think you could say, heck, sing something if that's more comfortable? Please?" He asks. You give him a soft smile. "I'm... I'm YN." I murmur. "YN? That's a pretty name. I'm Matthew." He says. "It's nice to meet you Matthew. Do you like school?" I ask. "Yeah! Though, not many others do so..." He trails off. "It's alright. I like school too." I chuckle, the sentence giving way to a yawn. I see the boys come in and I stand up. Once everyone was there, the teacher started speaking. "We have a new student in our choir. Her name is YN, and please treat her with respect. YN, can you sing something for us, so we can hear your voice?" Our teacher asks. I nod. I think about what I'm going to sing, and finally decide.
"Thought I found a way, Thought I found a way out, But you never go away, So I guess I gotta stay now.
Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here, Even if it takes all night or a hundred years, Need a place to hide but I can't find one near, Wanna feel alive outside I can fight my fear.
Isn't it Lovely? All alone. Heart made of glass my mind of stone, Tear me to pieces, skin to bone, Hello, welcome home.
Walking out of town, Looking for a better place, Something's on my mind, Always in my headspace.
Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here, Even if it takes all night or a hundred years, Need a place to hide but I can't find one near, Wanna feel alive outside I can fight my fear.
Isn't it Lovely? All alone. Heart made of glass my mind of stone, Tear me to pieces, skin to bone, Hello, welcome home.
Hello, welcome home..."
I cut off, and cover my face in my hoodie. Only one person claps; Matthew. "Why aren't you guys applauding?" Matthew asks, confused. "C'mon dude. She's a girl. She shouldn't be here." Someone says. "Well that's rude. YN is a wonderful person. Did you make that song yourself?" Matthew asks, returning his gaze to me. I nod silently, and we go about as normal. (Billie Eilish and Khalid made the song. Credits to them.)
-After school-
I walk into the library to study. I find a table in the back, and put my stuff down. "That physics test is going to be easy as long as I study." I murmur. "YN?" I hear someone ask quietly. "Huh? Oh, hey Matthew. What can I do you for?" I ask, smiling. "D-do you want to study for the Physics test together?" He asks. "Sure! Let me just grab this textbook real quick." I say, grabbing it off the shelf, then returning to my seat. "You can call me Matt if you'd like." Matthew says. "Alright. Have you thought about college yet?" I ask, sitting down. "A bit, yeah. I want to do something for theater." He says, smiling. I smile. "Y'know, I wish learning was a bit more fun. I mean, for us it is, but like, other kids basically hate school." I say. "Same here. Say, what do you want to do for your job?" Matt asks. "I want to do something for video games, so I might do graphic design classes." I say, smiling. "Let's study before the library closes." Matt suggests, and we both study, quizzing each other. The librarian tells us about an hour later that it's closing for the day, and I put the textbook away. "Can I walk you home, if that's alright?" Matt asks. "Sure thing. Let me get my bookbag and we'll be on our way." I say, grabbing my bag and walking out. "Hey, YN?" Matt asks. I hum a response. "Do you think we can meet outside of school sometime, if our parents allow it, that is." Matt asks. "I'd like that. I'll have to see when they get home though. My parents are rarely around. Even on special days." I respond. "Wow. See, my parents will probably want to invite you over for dinner, so they can meet you." Matt says. "Oh. It sounds like you have good parents. This is my house. Thanks for walking me home Matthew." I say, part ways. "See you at choir tomorrow!" He says, then walks to his home. I open the door, and am surprised to see that my mom was actually home. "Hey mom. Your home a bit early." I observe. "Who was the boy outside? The one that was walking with you." She asks. "That was Matthew. We met at choir this morning and offered to walk me home since it was getting dark." I explain. "He sounds like a nice kid. I'm glad you found a friend in choir." She says, smiling. "Yeah. We have a lot in common. We both like school, choir, and theatre." I say, smiling. "I got you a little something. I thought you might like it." Mom says, and gives me a small box. I open it, and see a locket. "The wings open up like double doors. You could put a picture of Matthew in there if you wanted." My mom explains. "M-mom!" I stutter, blushing like crazy. She just smiles.
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"Maybe he'll invite you to dinner." Mom says, smirking. "I don't like him. We're friends. I should be putting a picture if you and Dad in the locket." I say, opening it up to see it empty. "Is that what you want though? Just put a picture of him in there if that's what makes you happy." Mom says. I walk upstairs to my room. "Is that what I want though?" I murmur, looking at my desk that was massy with piles of papers. I quickly organize the desk and lay on my bed, retiring for the day as I fall asleep.
