I walked into gym class and tucked the necklace Dick gave me into my shirt. I looked at the board to see what we were going to do today. Gymnastics. I walked over and stood next to Dick.

"May the best one win." I smirked.

Our gym teacher walked in. He called a few people up to perform and they were okay. He called Dick up, and he -of course- performed a perfect routine. It was going ot be hard to beat that.

"Beat that." Dick whispered as he walked past me.

"(L/n), you're up."

I walked up and took a deep breath. I went through my routine, and by the end I was out of breath. The class was silent before bursting out into applause. I smiled and walked up to Dick.

"I think I beat that." I smirked.

I sat in choir boredly with Dick. Right now people were just going up and singing.

"(Y/n), perhaps you'd like to sing next," my head shot up and I could hear Dick snickering, "the song is already cued."

I slowly walked to the front of the room and looked at the music. I was relieved to find that I already knew the song. I nodded to the teacher and waited for the song to start.

"Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

Remember me, once in a while

Please, promise me you'll try

When you find that once again you long

To take your heart back and be free

If you ever find a moment

Spare a thought for me

We never said "our love was evergreen"

Or "as unchanging as the sea"

But if you can still remember,

Stop and think of me

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen

Don't think about the way

Things might have been

Think of me, think of me waking

Silent and resigned

Imagine me trying too hard

To put you from my mind

Recall those days, look back on all those times

Think of the things we'll never do

There will never be a day

When I won't think of you

Flowers fade, the fruit of summer fade

They have their seasons, so do we

But please promise me that sometimes

You will think

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Of me."

The class stared at me wide eyed and open mouthed.

"How can you sing like that?" Dick asked whispering.

"I practice a lot when I'm alone." I smiled.

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Hello my Mystics! First off I do not own the cover, credit goes to Jessie Michaels, and rights of the song go to the owners of 'Phantom of The Opera'. I hope you enjoyed thia chapter! As always thank you for the support on this story and everything else that I do! I do read your comments and your votes brighten my day! See you next time! Byyee!

-Lydia💫