What Lies Beneath Page #7

The undiscovered truth of Nicholas Anderson

• Fiction

								


"I aspire to nurture your talents and witness your success. However, it is essential to be candid with you all from the outset, as not everyone achieves their goals." He,says looking at us directly befor going on "This year, as has been the tradition, we will have a mandatory class performance during winter, which will constitute 45% of your final grade. Please remember that the failure of even one individual will affect the entire class's grade. Additionally, we have the prestigious Musical Fiesta competition at the end of the year, which is open to various schools and follows a specific theme. Participation in this competition is optional, but those who choose to participate will receive a bonus 10% on their final grade, regardless of the outcome. Further details about this competition will be provided after the winter performance. I understand that this may be unfamiliar to you, as only seniors and juniors have participated in the past, but you are now considered juniors as well. It is important to note that not everyone who wishes to participate will be selected. As you are aware, we hold a mini-competition within our school during February for seniors and juniors, and only the best performances will have the honor of representing our school at the Musical Fiesta. Therefore, I encourage you to work diligently to secure the opportunity to earn the additional 10%."

" For where you're 55% will become from. The will be from the class works you get from your other teachers and the monthly performance in this class. This performance give you 25% of the final grade and are open performance that show your progress to me so be it you solo sing, playing an instrument, performing in a band, or whatever. You will be showing me something on the last week of each month including this one which happens to be two weeks from now. Therefore, I encourage you to work diligently in class and begin considering ideas for the winter performance. We will discuss any concepts you come up with next Friday. Since it is an open forum, all ideas are welcome. Now, since there are no classes today, you are free to leave. However, I would like Nicholas Anderson to stay behind, please.day. It an open floor so any idea is welcomed. Now that all seeing as today there no classes your free to go. Oh can Nicholas Anderson stay behind."

With everyone leaving and only the teacher and I remaining behind, before I could head his way, he walked towards me and turned back one of the chairs in front of me sitting down. "So, you're the new student. I watched your video where you performed 'Nervous' by Shawn Mendes with a guitar. You were quite talented, which is why you were accepted into this program, even though it is junior year and we typically do not admit new students, except for freshmen or rare cases like yourself who possess talent. This is because most of the time, these students fail to keep up. However, we are hopeful that you will succeed, and of course, we will assist you in any way we can," he concluded.

"Thank you. I am glad I met your expectations," I replied. I wondered to myself if I was truly that good.

He said with a smile, "In any case, it appears that you are enrolled in the producer class, classical instrument class, vocalist class, and the mandatory dance class. It seems that you are aiming for the solo path, although there is not much of a choice considering that everyone has already formed bands since freshman year and joining an acapella group is not for everyone. However, this may change once your classmates get to know you better. They may ask you to join a band, or if you have a talent for music production, they may ask you to producefor them. Your last chance to make any changes will be by winter, as we want everyone to have a set goal before becoming seniors. In any case, you may leave now. Have a good day."

"Have a good day too," I say as I leave.

It didn't take me long to get to my car since the visual and performing arts building was next to the main high school building and where I parked my car. As I put my bag inside and was about to get in my car,

I hear someone calling from across the parking lot. I turn to see Emmett and his friends. He runs up to me and says, "Phone, please." Without thinking much, I hand it to him.

He returns it after a few minutes. "See you tomorrow. Also, nice to meet you," he says, smiling brightly before going back to his friends.

Chapter 7

POV Nicholas 

I close my laptop after finishing my 5000-word descriptive story for my English class tomorrow, Friday, or today, since it's already 1:30 a.m.

It has been a week and four days since the start of the academic term, and Anne has not been able to attend due to a persistent cold. As a result, I have been collecting her schoolwork from her teachers and receiving complaints about how her absence is impacting her progress as a freshman. However, I don't understand how that's my fault. At least her being sick means my parents pay me no mind.

So far, school has been good, well, except for the fact that tomorrow is the monthly performance for Mr. Everton's class, and I have nothing prepared. Although he did say he would let me skip this one since I'm new, I don't think that's a good idea.

Although I have been getting along with the guys now to the point that I think of them as friends, which is a first for me, they also invited me to Evan's birthday party on Sunday, saying it's a surprise and that only close friends and family are going. So it's more of a get-together than a party. I was surprised they asked me to come, especially since Rick was the one who asked.

It didn't take me long to realize that they are the guys that everyone wants to hang out with and girls want to date. Although they like to keep to themselves, having been friends since kindergarten and never having any other close friends. They all say it's because Rick chases them away, but in my opinion, it's not only him that's closed off. For some reason, they seem okay with me. 

As I am about to go to bed, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs to my room. My whole body becomes stiff before the door to my room swings open. That's when I inhaled the strong smell of alcohol coming from the brown-haired man standing in my doorway.

That's when I remembered my father's company welcome dinner was today, and it seemed he had overdrunk.

"It's been a while since I paid you a night visit, boy," He remarks, glancing at me with an unsettling smile. Every part of my body was urging me to flee and seek shelter, or at least take some form of action, but I found myself unable to move. As he slowly walked towards me, the atmosphere in the room became noticeably heavy. Despite my efforts to breathe deeply, it felt as if my lungs were deprived of air. With each step he takes, my heart beats faster. 

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