Emotional Pressure

"Sweety, you need to wake up. You're going to be late." Mrs Alfred said as she tapped Blue on the lap continuously."I'm up, stop it, mom," Blue murmured, stretching her limbs while a yawn escaped her mouth. "Wait, late for what?" She immediately asked with a confused look on her face."For your internship! Now get your butt off the bed." Mrs Alfred let out, looking slightly irritated."Internship?" Blue stared at her questioningly. Then it suddenly dawned to her that she's supposed to be preparing for work. Instantly, she rushed into the bathroom, almost falling over in the process."Don't stay too long in there!" Mrs Alfred warned then strolled out of the room.Today was Blue's first day of music internship at Westride High School, which was commencing on the third week of the last term of the school year. After graduating and achieving a first-class degree in music at Breekles College some months back, she decided to go into the world of music tutoring. But first,

Blue's first day with Mr Robinson, the music tutor, wasn't really going well — just as Sydney had forewarned. Mr Robinson's temper was totally 'unpredictable'. One minute he's boxed up, the other he's flaring up at every little thing.To be on his safe side, she kept on smiling whenever he dished out instructions to her — she eventually got tired of it!Mr Robinson seemed to be unmoved by his bad temper towards her, despite the fact that she hadn't used more than three hours with him.Presently at the lunch hour, instead of giving her a bit of free time, he chose to sit her down, asking questions upon questions just to know how much she knows about music. Luckily, she was able to tackle all the questions... leading to more being poured in. She couldn't deny the fact that she wasn't pleased with his actions. Did he forget it was her first day?'Why did they even assign me to such a man? This is insane. Makes me begin to regret why I'm here in the first place.' she thought

The next Monday.Around fifteen to twenty minutes past three.Inside the reading room of Westride High School, five figures could be seen sitting around a table, with several books placed on it. Silence ruled the air as the figures seemed to be deeply immersed in the books they were reading... Not all of them though.The figures were two males and three female counterparts — Gary, Henry, Laura and her best friends - Stephanie and Ashley. This arrangement commenced today after receiving an approval from the principal the week before, enabling them to use an extra thirty minutes in the school after school hours. Truthfully, it was to encourage an improvement in Gary's grades as the principal hardly ever approves of such. But, it came with a warning — "Don't cause havoc on any of the school properties!", the principal had told the group of teenagers who had a huge tendency of running wild.Seated in the middle of Henry and Stephanie, with Laura's sitting position in his lin

11:26 am.Passing through the corridor on the lower floor of the school, Gary could be seen walking in an average pace, with Henry sluggishly tagging behind, half-running in between to catch-up with Gary. Enthusiasm was written on Gary's face as he passed by students who were obviously heading the same direction as him. His destination, and that of Henry's, was to the music room."I don't know what reasons you have for wanting to join the music class, but is it all that necessary?" Henry's grumpy voice came out, few steps away from the music room."There's no reason in particular, I just want to try out something new..." Gary came up with a twisted reply."Something new? You've been a student of this school since Grade 9, yet you just remembered you need to try out something new... in final year?" Henry was curious as he spoke."How many times do you want us to go over this?" Gary sighed."Urrgh! I can't believe I'm quitting drama class just to stick up with your '

As he fished out the bunch of house keys from his pants pocket, his fingers hit something as well. Slowly, he brought out the item alongside the bunch. His mobile phone. Standing by the balcony into the apartment, he transfered the keys to his right hand and initiated series of taps on the mobile, his left hand fiddling with the lock.On getting the right spot in the keyhole, he pushed open the door and sauntered into the living room of the completely devoid five bedroom bungalow, his sharp eyes completely fixed on the screen of his phone. He began heading straight to his room but halted suddenly as he passed by the refrigerator which was near the entrance to the kitchen. Taking a few steps back, he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before initiating his former journey. Even though he hadn't had much to eat today, he only chose to consume a bottle of liquid...He entered the room which was filled with posters of various music artistes and a large poster of