I sang my part without once looking at the words. They came as naturally as breathing after three years in the Riveroak Choir.
The choir teacher, Mrs. Monroe, applauded. "Excellent," she said in her precise voice. "Don't forget, we perform next Monday."
Angela raised her hand. "Mrs. Monroe, I'm not sure if I can make it."
She nervously fiddled with her long brown locks. Her green eyes shifted from point to point and alighted for a second on my face. She smiled shyly at me.
Mrs. Monroe blinked at Angela over her glasses. "Well, come if you can. If not, I'm sure Jess can take your part."
Dusty Reid piped up. "Angela's our best soprano," he said in his breathy voice.
"I'm sure Jess can take the part," the teacher said again. "You're dismissed, all but Reks."
That's me. I'm proud of my name, even if people tease me about it.
I have pale, almost white hair that sticks out in a crowd. My eyes are ice blue.
I glanced over at Andy. "What's she want me for?"
Andy shrugged. "Dunno, sorry." He pushed his glasses into place and hurried out of the church.
Finding no support from my fellow students, I turned to face Mrs. Monroe. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Would you be interested in teaching some of the younger students?"
As usual, she got straight to the point.
"I'll have to think about it," I managed. I had already made up my mind, though. Teach the younger ones? No way.

