Air - Chapter 1
"Ahhh." I sigh, looking out the window of my tall school. Class could be so boring, especially with a weirdo teacher who only spoke in rhymes. I've been waiting all day to get out of here to the music room! Come on, you dang bell, ring!
"-and as he bid, the other man did-" My teacher was cut off by my savior, sounding out across the entire labyrinth of a learning center I attended. He sighed. "Class out, without a pout." Half the class stifled a laugh. I got up and grabbed my backpack, carefully putting stuff inside. I normally sat alone in class, as nobody knew me. But, somehow, the popular kids all sat somewhere close, not out of their choosing. I came here two months after school started. England could be such a pain. I'm originally from America, so I don't talk much because everyone here makes fun of my accent. (Apparently I have a strong one.)
"So did you hear about the concert downtown? Bands from all around Europe can perform! They just have to sign up!" I heard some guys whisper-talking to each other a few seats over. My hand stopped over my music book. Anybody can join? I've been singing for a while now, and I play a few instruments. Shaking my head with a sigh, I stuffed it into my bag. I'd need more than one person, and there was only me as of now. Me, 5' 5" Alexandra Whittaker, with no good looks and no talent. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I started to walk out of the door.
"Alexandra?" I heard a boy's voice call for me. I took a deep breath in and turned to face Len Rheader, one of the most popular boys in the school. He towered over me, looking down at me, uncomfortably close.
"What do you want." I stated softly, as so the other guys now surrounding us couldn't hear. I looked up at his bright blue eyes, and my heart pretty much turned to mush. Then I remembered, Alexa, you're not here to make friends with mean people. They just want an excuse to bully you.
"Maybe you should show us your homework." Another boy chimed in, and I faintly saw a flicker of emotion cross over Len's face. I glanced around for help, but everyone had already left.
"Uhh... I didn't do it." I turn to walk away but someone grabs my arm.
"We know you did, Brown-nose." I whipped around.
"Maybe you can let me go?" I coated my voice in charm, attempting to mask my growing anger.
"Not until we get that, deary." The boy with the iron grip on my arm sneered. Mom told me not to let it get to me.
"Let her go, don't bother her any more." My teacher walked in at just that moment. I shot him a look of gratitude, ignoring the others as they shot me death glares and released me. Our teacher was not somebody you wanted to mess with. I quickly walked-dashed out of the classroom and out into the hallway, then made my way to the music room. It was always abandoned after school. A smile played across my face. This is where I wanted to be. I set my stuff in an empty chair and pulled out my music notebook. Quietly humming to myself, I opened up the piano and opened the notebook to a page covered in notes and tunes. I have so many memories attached to this notebook, and it alone holds the depth of my songwriting ability. I pulled the music for “Set Fire to the Rain” by Adele out of my folder. Starting on a pretty note, I waited a while before singing with it.
“I let it faaaaaaaall, my heart, and as it fell, you rose to claim it.” Pause. Breath. “It was dark, and I was oveeeerrrrooooh, until you kissed my lips and you saved me.” My eyes were drawn to a shadow by the door. I stopped singing and played a few more chords, then decided to call out to whoever it was. “Hello? Is somebody there?” I stood and walked to the door, then opened it swiftly so whoever it was couldn’t run away. If they were just gonna make fun of me later, at least I’d know who started it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw who it was.