Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?

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22. Will You Teach Me?

We, finally, make our way to school, and I rush out of the Jeep. Niall comes running after me, as I make it to my locker, panting. I quickly take a puff of my inhaler, and look at Niall, as I get my books for class.

"Chantal, are you okay?" I nod.

"I'm fine." I reply. "Let's get to Choir. We don't want to be late." I close my locker, as we get ready to go to the Choir room. He reaches out his hand, accidentally hitting my wrist. I wince, as he opens the door. Niall's friend, Jess, approaches us, as we make our way to our seats.

"Hi Niall!" She replies, excitedly. I smile.

"Hey Jess!" He replies. He pulls me over to where they are. "I want to introduce to you my girlfriend, Chantal."

"It's nice to meet you, Chantal." She replies, shaking my hand. I smile.

"It's nice to meet you, as well, Jess." I answer.

"So, Niall," she replies, "are you ready for today?" He nods.

"I certainly am! So is Chantal."

"That's great! So, we know what song we're doing?"

"Yes," I answer. "I think we'll do really well on it!" They both smile at me, as the bell for class rings. A young lady, with black, curly hair, and brown eyes, makes her way to the front of the class. She looks familiar to me. I smile.

"Good morning, class." She replies. "My name is Mrs. Rygielski. The only reason why I am saying my name is because we have a new student." She turns to me. "Chantal LeBlanc, will you please stand?" I nod, and stand up, in perfect choral position, and wave to the class. I go to sit down, but Niall assures me to stay standing. He stands, and so does Jess. "You guys will be performing, now, right?" All three of us nod.

"We're ready whenever you are," Niall replies, and gestures for us to go onstage. I try to control my shaking hands, as we finally reach the stage.

"The song we will be singing is 'Will You Teach Me?' by Victor C. Johnson." I reply, smiling. "We hope you enjoy it." Mrs. Rygielski plays the accompaniment, and we sing:

Will you teach me

How to sail

Through space upon a comet's tail?

Will you teach me how to fly,

To sail the skies on wings untried?

Will you teach me

How to soar,

To see things never seen before?

But, most importantly of all,

Will you teach me how 

To fall?

Will you teach me how to cry,

To release the feelings deep inside?

Will you teach me how to laugh,

And travel off the beaten path?

Will you teach me how to dream (teach me how dream),

Teach me how to dream (teach me how),

To face the future sight unseen?

Will you teach me (teach me)

How to sail

Through space upon a comet's tail?

Will you teach me how to fly,

To sail the skies on wings untried?

Will you teach me

How to soar,

To see things never seen before?

But, most importantly off all,

Will you teach me how to be

The only thing I can be...

Me?

Will you teach me?

As Mrs. Rygielski finishes the accompaniment, my eyes fill with tears. Niall looks at me, then, at the crowd, and back at me. The students in the audience start laughing. I dart offstage, and out of the classroom, tears flowing down my face. I can hear Niall, running after me, but my heart says to keep running.

"Chantal!" Niall screams at the top of his lungs. "Chantal, stop running!" My heart pounds. My breath becomes weaker than ever, but I continue running. I fall to the ground, gasping for air. I look around. My inhaler is nowhere near me. Niall sprints over to where I am. I see his face, and then, everything goes pitch black.

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