I sat on the bleachers of the choir room as all the other students stood around talking loudly. Our choir teacher from the previous year had apparently retired, so we would be having a new choir teacher and possibly a pianist or instrumentalist every now and then. I sighed as I sat there in boredom.

     "Alright students! Take your seats please!" we all heard. As the other girls were scrambling to sit down with their friends, the teacher walked to the front of the room.

     "I am Mr. Sutcliffe, hopefully you all know how to sing correctly." he said. Mr. Sutcliffe was tall and skinny, with white skin. His hair, coat, glasses and heels all were red. The man's teeth were sharp and shark-like, which matched his deep yellowish-green eyes.

    "So everyone, I would like you all to take one of these sheet music books. We will be singing these songs at our performance in October." he said

    All the students rushed forward and grabbed one, then sat back down. When I grabbed one, Mr.Sutcliffe grabbed my hand. He observed my nails for a moment.

    "Oh my! You have such lovely taste my dear!" he exclaimed. I blushed a bit.

   "Th-thank you sir."

    Once he finished I went back to my seat on the bleachers.

     "Alright, everyone turn to the first song in the book." he instructed. We all opened the book and turned to the first song, after which all the students groaned. The song was called Playmates. Given all the confused and bored looks around me, I was the only one who actually knew this song. It was a song my mom used to sing it to me when I was little.

   "Now then, who knows how to sing this song?" He asked. I raised my hand absent mindedley. Mr. Sutcliffe smiled.

   "Good, why don't you sing for the cl-". His line was cut off by the bell and he sighed.

   "Well class, that's all for now. Tata, see you all tomorrow." With that, I got my things and left.