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Music was her favourite class. Singing was her favourite hobby. It was basically the one thing that kept her motivation up when it came to school. It was no wonder why ever year she was in music class. For her, it was a bit disappointing that she didn't top the class but she still enjoyed it nonetheless.It was the final term for her music class and her final assessment was singing. Singing was her strong point since she just absolutely loved to sing. Her parents knew it was her dream career to become a vocalist but they didn’t provide her with any professional training – like she wanted it anyways. Psh.
Even without professional training, she managed to put
herself into the highest category for singing – soprano. She was one of the only
two in her class that could do it (she didn’t know if there was anyone else
from the other class could do it or not). There was another girl who was
extremely close to being a soprano but ended up being a mezzo soprano. But even
so, since there weren’t enough girls the teacher put two more girls who she
assumed could hit the high notes into the soprano group just for practice.
Most of the times, there were some misunderstanding between
her and the other soprano singer. There was something about that vocalist that
just made her want to just…. Wrap her hands around her throat and squeeze it.
She’s told one of her friends about her want before and their only response was
“Whoa, calm down Whitney. You’re scary.”
To her, she felt it was because of the way the other singer
kept on boasting about the way she sings. About how she was able to hit the
high notes with ease while everyone else was struggling. “No, I don’t find that
funny at all. I do it so yeah,” she replied with a cocky tone while rolling her
eyes in the process. Whitney balled her hands into a tight fist, trying to
resist the strong urge to punch the girl. No,
calm down Whitney. Don’t let this chick get to you, she told herself.
The lessons went by and the cockiness of the other soprano
just grew. But Whitney hadn’t told the other soprano about how she felt about
her. Backstabbing wasn’t really her thing so she kept it to herself and just
ignored the girl. By the time the practice was over and they were allowed to
split up into their own group, her resilience to not punch her had grown thin.
Her mind filled with poison, bitterness in her words. But still, she kept up
the façade of being nice just for the sake of it.
The time for the final assessment had come and Whitney had
lost it. She asked if she could talk to the other soprano privately. She didn’t
want any distractions when she was finally getting everything, all her
bitterness and poison, out of her system.
When they were alone, Whitney turned around and had her
hands tightly clasped behind her back just in case she would end up lashing out
at the other girl. “Look, Krystal, I know you’re nice and all that but in all
honesty… You need to stop with all your cockiness and bitchiness when it comes
to singing,” she said, trying not to let her emotion show. She didn’t want to
end it in a bad way and get caught into trouble. “So what you have professional
training and all that crap, some of us are trying hard too you know. Like
seriously, for fucks sakes, just try not to be a total bitch anymore would you?
By the way, I didn’t back stab your or any of that shit. So don’t think badly
of me or anything alright?” With that, Whitney left Krystal alone before she
could do anything harmful… Like punch the girl in the face for example?
But Whitney was glad. She was happy that she finally got
everything out of her system before it became unbearable.
The next few weeks, Whitney was surprised to see that
Krystal hadn’t been showing her cocky side for a while but thought nothing of
it. Maybe her little honesty talk made Krystal what she was doing but Whitney
didn’t count on it.
Little did Whitney know, it actually was because of her that
Krystal had slowly changed. Krystal never got the chance to express her
feelings – to say thank you. Those feelings of thankfulness stayed hidden for
the next few lessons until she actually got the chance to tell Whitney it. To
say thank you.
She never did. Graduation passed, they both moved on and
lost contact of each other. That thankfulness remained hidden in the depths of
Krystal’s heart forever.
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Creator:
A random spark of inspiration. I don't even know how it turned out. haha. Pretty... Crap in my opinion but oh wells. Haha. Sigh. Oh wells...
Story created on: 25 October 2013
Story completed on: 31 October 2013
Story posted on: 31 October 2013
Copyrighted by Creator; any similarities are by coincidence.
Take anything from this story and the Creator will personally find you and slaughter you. ^^
Word count: 799.
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