“I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you…”
As I was standing in the lunch line, watching Clara and Alexis fight over who was in front, I heard a guy singing, beautifully, might I add.
“That’s it, I’m leaving,” Lexi huffed as she walked away from Clara, Mckenzie, Sheridan, and I. Clara looked at Kenzie, then at me, “Who was in front?” Of course, I knew it was Clara, but I wasn’t about to answer.
“I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure Clara was in the front,” Sheridan said, in a thoughtful manner.
“No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed…”
There it is again. The voice that sounds so angelic, so nice, so friendly, so kind. I turn slightly to see who’s singing and see a really tall guy, brown hair, pimples, light blue shirt, and, honestly, kinda cute. I guess I didn’t notice how long I was observing him because soon enough he stopped singing and made eye contact with me, he probably felt me staring. I quickly turned around and told my friends.
“Okay, so am I the only one hearing the angel-” I pointed to the guy in the blue shirt- “sing behind us? If you idiots would shut up for just a second you could hear how great he sounds.” Well, they finally shut up and got to hear him singing.
“He’s like a miniature Lucas!” Clara exclaimed then quickly silenced herself, knowing that we should be quiet since we were talking about another student.686Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAust1r3la4
Lucas was an 8th grader last year, but now he’s a 9th grader. Anyway, Lucas had one of the best voices in choir and he, like the boy in the light blue shirt, had the same hair and similar height. But, I can’t deny he’s slightly, really, highly, very, extremely, supremely attractive.
Anywho… he heard us and stopped singing, and, well, everything.
I turn around and face him, “You have a lovely voice, are you in choir by any chance?” The boy looked around for a second then pointed to himself, in the manner of saying, “you talkin’ to me? I was the only one singing so you must be talkin’ to me.” I nodded my head and gestured for him to answer.
“Oh, uhm, yes I’m in choir,” He sputtered out. I guess I made him nervous, whoops. “That’s good we need a voice like yours in the Men’s Choir. Anyway what’s your name?” I said, looking at the taller.
“My name is Ethan,” Ethan said. “Nice to meet you, Ethan, my name is Rachel. I hope we can be friends,” and that was it, that one simple statement turned nothing into everything. Telling him my name. Asking him to be friends. Being kind to the new kid. All of it. I opened a door I wish I could close, but I can’t, simply because he won’t let me. So this is the story of The New Kid.
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