Chapter 5 - Beautiful Voice
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Simon's pov:
I made my excuse and ran downstairs. The hall was already crowded again. I guess it's lunchtime now. I quickly walked to the cafeteria where my friend waits for me. It's more crowded than usual today. Taco Tuesday.
I got a plate and grab my lunch. Finding my friend in the crowd was not the hardest thing to do Mark ginger hair always pops out in the crowd making him easy to find.
Something seems different there's another person sitting in our seat. I assume it's Agnes's friend. She seat elegantly with her legs crossed one leg on top of another. I don't know how Agnes finds her.
"Hi, Simon!" Agnes shouted. I make Mark slide aside so I sit in front of them. "I want you to meet Danielle."
"Simon."
"Danielle gets drags here by Agnes by the way," Mark explains.
"I resist at first but I don't want to bother to explain why I shouldn't," she talks arrogantly.
She seems rich and royalty her parents probably own some big company because she talks like it. A born leader. Someone who can get control of the conversation.
"So Simon I expect you to come to my house this Saturday," Danielle said get me surprise. I look at her confusing, we just met. "For the project, you skip class today so I got no choice but to do it with you," she made it clear. Realizing she made me feel uncomfortable.
"Skip class? I have a free period." I defend myself as my heart sunk to my stomach.
"There's no free period before lunch stupid."
"So this Saturday?" she asked again. I nod to the question. What class, that I even skip?
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Simon's pov:
I open my eyes surprised by the sound that my phone makes. I tried to decline the phone call before I realize that it's an alarm that I set up the night before. I have that project that I have to do with Danielle today. I sat up in my bed while still rubbing my eye.
After a long minute, I finally get up and get into the shower. I look myself in the mirror realizing how dark my eye bag is due to the binge-watching that Netflix series last night. I brush my hair put on some good clothes and heading down for breakfast.
When I tried to get the eggs and milk from the fridge I noticed a sticky note left by my mom, she often does this but this time it's red. Red means something important. She wrote that she's will be going to Sweden for a week. She can't even tell me on her own. But what the difference? it's not like any of my parents ever showed up for me.
I ate my breakfast and drove to her house. Her house is way up the hill. And also have a different type of security check. When I arrive at her house I was stoke. It's like a white mansion. Her helper said that she's waiting for me in the backyard.
"Hi, Danielle."
"Hi, here sit." She ordered me. "I've done some research for our US History project, This is my part, I want you to review it so I'll know if it's acceptable or not," she slides her laptop on to my side of the table.
I read it carefully and found a lot of mistakes in her writing. "Well I think the information is right but the word you use is all messed up," I look for her reaction. She looks mad and confused. "Let me show you." People say I'm good with words, I like to write poems back in middle school. That's why English is my favorite subject.
We spend half a day working on our project, writing, and rewriting what we have research. I also teach her some ways to improve her essay writing skill. "You know you're really good at this, maybe I should take classes with you."
"With me? I'm not that good," I nervously said to her. Danielle is really chill but I don't want to come to her house once a week.
"How about this...You teach me about essay writing, and I'll teach you algebra. How is that?" she offers me a deal.
It's a really good deal, algebra is my weakest subject. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad it's a win-win situation for both of us. "Okay, I think I can do that." She looks at me relieved to hear my response. She'll probably force me if I don't agree anyway.
We then continue our work for the next hour. When I looked at the time I was surprised to see it's almost evening when I intended to go back around 2 pm. "Hey it's almost 5 I think I'm gonna get going." I excuse myself.
She let me and make the helper to walked me outside. Our works are not exactly done we still need more material so I suggest to look for more information from a school library. The school closes at 6 pm on Saturday. Some clubs like the football team tend to train on Saturday, that's why it's open in the first place.
I hit the gas and go there. Thankfully I manage to get there in time, 30 minutes before closing hour. I grab the book that I needed then leave. The library is on the 2 floors of the second building at my school including some club rooms like the art room, the student body office, and the music club room.
At this hour the school should be empty telling by the light that been turn off. But when I got to the first floor I can hear someone from the music room. Maybe there is someone there the light is still on. I decided to look into it. As I get closer the sound becomes clearer, someone is singing with a beautiful voice. following perfectly to the rhythm of the guitar.
I open the door slightly trying to see who is this beautiful voice belongs to. And what I saw surprised me completely.
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