Sing Out Loud

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Song dedicated to this chapter: Live Like We're Dying by Kris Allen

Because this story is about choir I decided to dedicate a song to each chapter and at the end of that chapter I explain why I dedicated that particular song (Don't have to read if you don't want to)

Sam's POV

"Sam!" Carly's voice rang behind me. I turned my head from the comfortable position it was on the couch to look up at Carly as she walked down the stairs.

"What now?" I groaned as I stretched my arms out. Carly looked at me in disbelief but I shrugged it off and headed to the kitchen. I hate it when she gives me those silent disapproving looks, its kind of creepy. But one thing that can always make me feel better is food and when I got in the kitchen my first destination was the fridge. There wasn't much food but I did find a pitcher of lemonade. As I pulled a glass from the cabinet I noticed Carly giving me a death glare.

"Sam, we need to talk about this." She held up a stack of papers almost out of nowhere. I returned to the couch with my lemonade, questioning what she had in her hand.

"What's that?" I ask.

"You really don't know what this is?" She looks completely shocked when I shook my head 'no' but I can't help the fact that I had never seen those papers in my life. Carly just rolls her eyes and places the stack in front of me on the coffee table. "It's a long list of elective classes we get to chose for our sophomore year of high school." I take the surprisingly heavy pile of paper and skim through a few pages.

"Home ec, drivers ed, astronomy, drama, journalism..." I read from a page in the packet and looked up at Carly who had the same worried face I did. "How do we choose? There's like thousands of classes in here."

"That's why I think we should pick a class now before the class we want fills up and we end up getting stuck with one we don't like." She points out.

"Ugh!" I protest. We had one more week of summer and the last thing I want to do was think about school. "Have you looked at any of these?" I ask. Carly sat down next to me on the couch in disappointment.

"I mean there were a few I read a little bit about..."

"Great! So you must have come across one decent class we can pick." I said interrupting her. I really don't want to put a lot of thought in this because I know it's pointless, I'm going to fail the class anyway.

"Well there was this one class but..." She started but I interrupted again.

"Pick it. I don't care what it is." I sprawled myself on the space I had left of the couch. I was getting tired so I began to drift my eyes a bit.

"Oh, good. So you're okay if we take choir." She said. My head popped up and I was wide awake now.

"Choir, really?" I rolled my eyes. I don't know why but I hate singing and choir sounded really stupid.

"Yeah, I mean why not?" She asked.

"One because choir is full of geeks who think they can sing and two because I hate singing." I know that I said I didn't care which class we picked but why did it have to be choir?

"Hey you said you didn't care."

"Because I thought that whatever you chose I could get away with not doing the work. In choir you're forced to sing." I refuse to be forced to do anything that I don't want to do.

"But..." Before Carly could say anything the door busted open. 'This day couldn't get any worse' I told myself after finding Freddie standing at the door.

"hola, amigos extra os." He said eagerly. I gazed at Freddie for a little bit before saying,

"Go back to wherever you came from, no one wants you and your over-excited self." I knew I was being mean when I said this but I couldn't help it. Carly and I are supposed to pick a class, all I want to do is sleep and now this nub just barged in.

"Sam." He glared at me. I wave him goodbye and focus my attention on Carly again.

"I don't want to do it, just pick another class." I tell her.

"Oh come on Sam, it could be fun!" She exclaims.

"Yeah right."

"What are you guys talking about?" Freddie asks. I turn back around to where he was standing, angry that he was still here. But it was Carly's turn to interrupt me before I could say anything.

"We're picking electives."

"Oh, when do the sign-ups start?" He asks.

"What's with all the questions?" I retaliate. Freddie's starting to get on my nerves. They both ignored my question.

"They start tomorrow morning." Carly tells him. I stood up and made my way to Freddie.

"I bet Freddie already chose his class. Mr. over- achiever."

"Actually, I haven't." He said crossing his arms.

"Why?" I crossed my arms as well, mostly out of anger. He thinks he is so cool because he was right.

"Nothing seems to interest me." He admits.

"I thought you wanted to do computer programming?" I hear Carly ask behind me.

"I did but then I realize that it would be too easy, I want my elective to challenge me." I rolled my eyes at him being "too smart" for computer programming.

"Well, we don't know what we're going to do either because Sam refuses to take choir." Carly said walking towards us.

"Like that." Freddie opens his arms looking relieved.

"Like what?" I ask.

"I want an elective like that. Like choir." He says. I turn to Carly and find her staring at him. I burst out laughing and soon Carly joins. "Hey, boys can take choir too."

"Yeah, but their all weirdos." I say in between laughs.

"You're wrong." He was getting defensive so I calmed down, I didn't care to fight with him right now.

"Well if Fredweird is taking choir than I'm definitely not." I turn to Carly before seeing Freddie's face.

"Come on Sam," Carly walks behind me as I make my way back to the couch. "It could be fun."

"I see absolutely no fun in singing show tunes and being in the same room as him." I say, barely acknowledging Freddie whose standing beside me.

"I heard the songs are not all show tunes and you don't even have to talk to Freddie if you don't want to." Carly pleads.

"Why don't we just take a class that we can choose to do the work or not?"

"Because you're not going to get anywhere with doing no work." I don't reply to Carly, so she keeps talking. "Why can't you try something new? You might regret not doing it."

"I regret not eating before coming here. But I won't regret not signing up for choir." Being the stubborn person I was, I knew it would take a lot for me to be persuaded. Carly didn't say anything but she did look at Freddie for help. I then noticed him not speaking for a while. I didn't get his opinion on this and I kind of wanted it.

"I just don't see why you and Carly can't take two different electives. Carly can take choir and you can take a class where you don't have to work." I froze after he said that. It was our unspoken rule that we took all classes together. Though there were some classes we couldn't control our placement in we basically promised each other we would pick the same classes. I didn't want to admit this to Freddie but mostly I was getting tired of talking about school. After this long and boring discussion I decide to give up.

"Fine I'll take choir."

Author's Note:

Please tell me what you think of this first chapter if I get a good response I will soon update! I would love to hear your opinions!

I know I'm not the best writer but I had this idea and I was so excited to share it

And if you have any questions please ask

Oh and tell me if you have a title in mind for this story because I was thinking about changing it

Yes there was not a lot of Seddie in this chapter but there will be tons in future chapters so if you want that, tell me :)

Why I dedicated Live Like We're Dying to this chapter (Don't have to read if you don't want to): This song's message is to live everyday like its your last. Though it is does not fully relate to this chapter I believe Carly was trying to get a similar message across to Sam. Carly wants Sam to realize that she might be surprised with something that she takes a chance on like choir. Hypothetically if Sam was dying she would never have another chance to join choir and maybe find a passion for singing.