High School Drama: Chapter One: Chelsea

Chapter One

The music rushes into my ears and I smile fondly. I have been in Willowsteed's Orchestra for many years, and yet the beauty of all the sounds put together is enthralling.

I put my flute to my lips and play a soulful harmony. I put my heart into every note that cascades into the waterfall of noise - beautiful, breathtaking, classical music.

Then, the electronic bells rings and I pack my flute away, painfully aware that no one is willing to talk to me, that no one, not even my friends, will say a word in acknowledgement.

I hang my head with embarrassment.

I accepted him.

Joel is the ugliest boy I have ever met, with pimples framing his features, greasy, uncut hair falling around his face. And yet, when he asked me if I would like to be his girlfriend, all that I said was "Erm..."

Joel never has patience.

"Yes!" he yells, and runs off to his gang of greasy friends, whooping.

I have been avoiding him ever since.

And my friends have been avoiding me.

I tried not to tell them!

But they found out.

Now I am doomed.

Wait a minute...

A queer feeling is creeping over me. I can see Joel packing his violin with extra care. I march up. My friends watch me suspiciously.

"Joel," I say loudly, "We are not an item."

The people still inside the music room all "oooooh".

"What?" he cries, "But you said-"

"I said nothing!" I cry back, "I said nothing. Now I say NO."

I turn around - into the arms of my friends.

"Way to go Chelea!"

"Well done!"

"You faced your fear!"

I push my limp brown hair from my eyes and smile simply. But inside I'm grinning.

I did something! I did something!

Now I have friends. But no boyfriend.

Author's Note

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