HANNAH'S POV
I can't believe Kyla said that. It's like she took the whole problem and dumped it on my shoulders.
"You said you can do it better?" Nathan asks her in a voice full of disdain.
She has the chance to change her answer, but she doesn't. "Not me, but Hannah can sing really good." She mutters, looks at me and smiles.
My stomach churns. "But . . . I can't sing well." I whisper to her.
"I heard you singing well. Please don't let us sleep in those dirty cells!" She whispers back.
If she didn't want to sleep in the cells, she shouldn't have uttered my name. Because I have never sang in public.
"Who is Hannah?" I hear Nathan ask, my whole body trembles. I really wish I can vanish and find myself in my room.
"You need to stand. Otherwise you will get in trouble for ignoring him
