Don't Let Go

Chapter Three

-Chapter 3

Walking into Music class, I saw that the teacher had written 'Find YOUR name on one of the chairs' on the chalk board. I walked around until I finally found my name taped to the front of a chair. My chair was located in the far left corner, which I was extremely grateful for. Putting my stuff down, I sat and waiting for the rest of the class to show up.

I was to engrossed in my game of Angry Birds to notice that the bell had rung and everyone was seated. Turning my head, I came face-to-face with the kid who I had the unpleasurable experience of running into earlier. Literally.

"Well, well, well. Small world, eh?" He said with a smirk on his face. I started to blush so I  turned my head. Right at that moment, the late bell went off and the teacher began speaking. This day just keeps getting better and better.

"Okay Class! Settle down. Today we will pretty much just get to know everyone. But starting tomorrow, we actually work. So when I point to you, please stand, state your name, how old you are, what your talent in this class is, and what you are going to college to study for after you graduate. Okay?" Mr. Carter stated. Everyone nodded and waited for their turn to speak.

Since I was sitting on the other side of where he was starting, I knew I would be one of the last people to speak. I guess I must have zoned out because next thing I know, I get an elbow to my ribcage. I turned to glare at my friend, Kamren, when I saw he was looking forward. When I focussed my gaze to where his was, I noticed the teacher was looking at me with an impatient expression.

Clearing my throat, I stood up and said ; "My name is Camellia Parker, I am 17 years old, my talent in this class is singing, and I will be studying to be a Special Education Teacher when I go to college." 

"Very well then. Thank you, Miss. Parker." He said. The rest of the class passed in a blur, as did my last few classes. When I got home, I plopped down onto the couch only to have someone sit on me. Groaning, I went to go push them off, when I felt something cold get poured over my head. 

Screaming, I ended up jumping up causing Amira to hit the floor with a thud, while she was laughing like a hyaena on helium. Grinning, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the can of whipped cream. When I entered the living room, she was still on the floor laughing, not paying any attention to her surroundings. I walked behind her, tapped her on the shoulder and BAM! We start having a whipped cream and ice water war.

After our interesting war, I turn and look around the room, my jaw nearly on the ground. Messy was a complete and utter understatement. We even somehow managed to get whipped cream on the ceiling. That, Amira gets to clean.

 Me and her spent the next hour with a mop and rags, trying to make the house a little tidy before my Mom came home. The house smelled of whipped cream and cleaner, but atleast it doesn't look like the ice cream man had a fight with a fire fighter anymore. 

"PIZZA TIMEEEEE!" I screamed enthusiastically. Amira just laughed and nodded.

We ended up spending the rest of the night watching movies and eating junk food. We fell asleep, sprawled out on the floor with food everywhere. I heard the door close and footsteps walk into the living room. My Mom pressed a kiss to my forhead and covered us up. I fell back asleep with a small smile on my lips.