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4 | As Serious As Sirius Black

Chapter 4 | As Serious As Sirius Black

The next day we were forced to clean up the school. I swear, that the people who attend this school were the most dirtiest pigs living. They need help. And when I say help, I mean as in getting a good kick and told to put their shit in the bin.

They could be pigs or Mr Crowley wanted to find us work and emptied a town dump on the school grounds.

Either way, I wanted to kill somebody.

“Why are these people’s obsession with freaking 7up? I picked up at least a hundred 7up bottles, and only two or three coke bottles. What is wrong with these guys?” I asked, bewildered.

“Maybe your prank with the coke bottle scared them off?” Shane suggested.

“Or they just prefer 7up? I wouldn’t blame them. I think it’s nicer.” Josh stated. I stared at him, with a look of disgust.

“What are you?” I poked his cheek, testing to see if he was wearing some sort of mask.

“I’m a sexy human being!” Josh shouted, getting weird looks from the students.

“How can you prefer 7up to coke?”

“Well, cokes black.”

“What? Are you racist to drinks now?”

Josh glared at me, in a ‘shut up you weirdo’ way. “I don’t feel comfortable drinking stuff that is that colored. What do they put into it?”

“What and you prefer to drink something clear?”

“Water’s clear.”

“Exactly! So how exactly do they make 7up taste like that, without making it look any different! Like, that is definitely fishy.”


“So you’re drinking sugar and water? Yum.”

Josh frowned. “I don’t exactly know where you heading with this…”

I rolled my eyes. He is so stupid.

“I think she’s PMSing.” Shane whispered, and yelped after earning a punch on the shoulder.

“Shut up.” I snapped, throwing another bottle into the bag. Josh snatched the bag out of my hand, and sat it on the ground. He sat beside it, crossing his legs. “Sit.” He ordered. Shane sat beside him, grinning at me.

I narrowed my eyes, cautiously sitting down. “What..?” I asked slowly, watching them cautiously.

“Well, we’ve decided to give you your surprise.” Shane replied, a huge smile on his face.

“About time, I thought you forgot about it!”

They both chuckled, and Shane pulled a folded envelope out of his pocket. “Tada.”

I eyed them, as I took the envelope. I open it and pulled out a laminated piece of card.

Pass card for May Riley.

From Shane Coss.

Welcome to Step Up The Beat.

“Are you serious?” I asked, bewildered. Shane beamed, while Josh smirked. “As serious as the joker.”

“The joker was never serious?”

“Well, fine. As serious as Sirius Black.” Josh replied, with a smirk.

“Oh my god! You’re a Harry Potter fan!” I cried out. I loved Harry Potter. Josh began to blush, “No, please. I’m not- I’m not a nerd.” He stuttered. “Like, who cares about a guy who just complains about getting into fights all the time, like ‘trouble finds me’ blah, blah, blah. Like man up!”

I raised an eyebrow, amused. “You finished?”

“Oh shut up!” He snapped, causing me to laugh. I momentarily forgot about why we were talking about Harry Potter. “I’m going to Step Up The Beat!” I squealed, jumping over and hugging Shane tight. He froze, uncertain. He ended up patting my back awkwardly.

Sighing, I pushed him away. “You need to learn how to hug.” I informed him.

Explanation time?

Step Up The Beat is one of the most famous camps in America.

It’s advertised every year, when the camp releases their own music video, and every three years they perform a concert and tour America.

It’s a music camp. Anyone who can sing, dance, play an instrument, write songs or do anything that involves music, can go. Except there’s a catch. To buy your way into the camp, it costs thousands of dollars. Rarely anyone buys their way into it. If they did, they’re usually seen as posh and stuck up kids. The camp was usually sponsored by famous singers or rich families.

Anyone who attended the camp was giving a card. Which gave them permission to allow one person to come to the camp, as long as they have a musical gift and is under the age of twenty and over the age of ten.

Yet people were fussy giving out their free pass into the camp. I never understood why. I had met two people who attended camp SUTB and none of them would give away their pass.

I stared at the pass in my hand.

“Are you sure you want me to have this?” I whispered, still shocked. “You only met me.”

“Exactly.” Shane winked. “Feel special.”

“So, camp starts next Friday. You’re rich, so like you’ll be able to get a car there. When you get there, there’s a newbie line. You take it. Give in the pass, and tada. Welcome to camp step up the beat.” Josh explained, patting my head like a dog, as I gazed at my pass.

I smiled. “Thank you so much, I guess you both aren’t total losers.”

They glared at me, before enveloping me in a hug.

“Oii! You three, times up. It’s time to go home.” I heard Mr Crowley call. I pouted slightly, I didn’t want to leave the two weirdo’s after they had given me the opportunity of a lifetime.

That’s when realization sunk in.

And I realized.

“Shit! I have to get my parents to agree!”

My parents were never into music. They disapproved of any noise. I got my guitar from Kelly at Christmas, and I got CD’s and dance shoes from her and grandma on my birthday. They knew my parents didn’t agree with my ‘fascination’ with music. Even though they dressed musicians nearly everyday, they always wanted me to be interested in modeling, or in taking over the family business.

‘It’s a fantasy’, they would say. ‘You will never get anywhere, you’re not good enough anyway.’

So going away to a music camp, no matter how famous it is, and after I performed that prank. It was very unlikely for them to let me go.

“Esme!” I heard my mother shout from the car. “Come here this instant.” She ducked her head back into the car, before anyone could see her. Her reputation would be ruined.

Rolling my eyes, I turned to my new friends. “I’ll find a way to go. Trust me.”

They smiled, “More pranks?” Shane asked.

“More like, bribery.”

“Wow, Riley. I never knew you were such a bad girl!” Josh fake gasped.

I punched his arm, as I began to walk away. “I’m a total badass, I know.” I called over my shoulder.

I reached the car, (AKA limo) with my suitcase in hand and climbed in to join my mother. “Hello mother dearest, how are you doing?” I asked, with a polite smile. She narrowed her eyes at me. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

“Yes, mother, I won’t do it again.”

“You better not be being sarcastic!”

“I’m not.” I said with my fake smile, while internally rolling my eyes. My parent’s were terrible at picking up sarcasm.

The car was filled with silence, so I put a pair of earphones into my ears. My mother tutted at me, and turned to look out the window.

My phone played my usual playlist. It was the most mixed up play-list you could ever imagine. It contained a lot of bands, like Five Seconds Of Summer, Mc Fly, Greenday, My Chemical Romance, and Paramore. Yet it had a lot of singers like Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Jason Mraz and Macklemore.

I listened to a few songs while we drove, silently singing along in my head. My mother tugged the earphones out of my ears and glared at me. “We’re here.” She snapped. I bit my tongue, reminding myself of the free pass. Be nice. I thought. Smile and wave.

I climbed out of the car, and looked up at my house. Home sweet home.

My mother stormed into the house, without looking back at me, as I stood with my luggage. “Would you like some help miss?” The driver asked politely, I could hear the sympathy in his voice. I grinned at him, “I’m good”

I grabbed my bags, and heaved them into the house.

“You’re going to have to tell her, threaten her, anything.” I heard my mother whisper. Threaten me? Bitch please.

“Maybe she just won’t find out.” My dad replied.

“Find out about what?” I shouted dramatically, laughing at their reaction. Why would they start talking about me in the great hall, when I was coming in?

Dad glared at me. “Nothing.”

“It’s obviously something…” I whined, “I’ll find out eventually!”

My father hesitated, playing with the hem of his shirt. “Just- Just go to your room Esme.”

I sighed, and began to drag my luggage up the stairs, grumbling to myself, proving that I was pissed.

I finally reached my bedroom. I set my guitar case carefully in the corner, and then flung everything else onto the ground. I jumped onto my bed and buried my face in my pillow.

You’re going to camp step up the beat. I thought.

Well, you might be.

I jumped out of bed and began doing my happy dance. It contained head banging, twerking and a lot more. Don’t judge.

I heard a soft knock on my door and stopped dancing. “May? You there?”

It was Sarah. I nibbled my lower lip, and muttered, “Yeah.”

She came in and sat on the bed. “I’m really sorry. But I just don’t understand your problem with her.”

I sighed.

‘Oh hi May! How are you? How was your weekend of detention? Were you attacked by any egotistic boys?’ I imagined the conversation a proper friend would have with me right now.

I really did not want to have a conversation about Keara. “Sarah, don’t you remember when she would call you chubby? Or when she pushed us down the stairs? How we felt until we told Kelly, and then Keara just ignored us. You liked being ignored!”

“But she has changed!”

“She ruined our homework over an accident. Is that changed?”

“I’ve forgiven her.”

“Good for you.” I whispered. “I ignored the past, yet the present her is still the same ignorant bully. The only difference is that I’m standing up for myself.”

“So I take it you’re not going to her ball then?” Sarah replied, a bit stiffly.


“Her congratulations ball. For getting a job as a model?”

I smirked slightly. That ball…

“Guess what Sarah.” I grinned. “I’m going to a summer camp!”

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