>I hum along as I go about my cleaning detention. A little tune I'd heard and picked up god-knows-where but it's a fun little thing to pass the time. At least keeps me from thinking about the group who I happen to be sharing this duty with is also the group who dragged me into the shenanigans that landed me in detention in the first place.
>I go along and hum a little bit louder, making sure they know that I'm ignoring them. Gives me the smallest bit of solace.
>It's a bit quiet as I finish wiping this glass pane, normally there's been some light chatting behind me as they go.
>I turn to see four stunned gazes.
>"What!?"
>"Greene?"
>I fold my arms as Amber struggles to continue.
>"You can SING!?" Maria walks over as she speaks and looks me over, as if I'm hiding some sort of device on me to enable that.
>"It was just humming, relax."
>Those seemed to be the wrong words as now I have eight eyes waiting for me to belt out a ballad.
>I huff and sing a couple lines from a modern rock song i happened to enjoy a bit.
>The faces turn quickly from stunned to absolutely in awe. I mean I know my voice is alright but they're just being dramatic.
>I clamp shut and see the lot of them fumble for words. For what seems to be the first time ever not only is Cynthia unable to fire off something snarky but Maria is also out of backhanded phrases. Maybe I should do this more often.
>It's Amber that speaks first.
>"He got that from our mom, I guess. You should hear her during church." I follow her logic, mostly.
>"Dad can sing, too." I remind her
>"Heeeeey, Greene?" I dislike Cynthia's tone.
>I squint at her.
>"Can you record something for me?"
>"Absolutely not."
>"Oh come on!"
>"Do I need to remind you who, exactly, didn't want to skip on the roof last week?"
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