The Boy Who Called Me Songbird

Chapter 3 ~ Ferrior and the Songbird

Hey!

Sorry it's taken so long!

Here's the next chapter and I hope you enjoy!

Yours,

Laura

(Ferrior's POV)

All through dinner I couldn't stop thinking about the girl that I had met down by the lake. That morning I was heading over to the music classroom when I heard someone singing. It was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard in my entire life. It was coming from the lake so I started walking towards it. Suddenly this girl that I'd never seen before crashed into me. She was so beautiful, she had big, shining, dark blue eyes and long golden hair that glistened in the sun. 

What was her name... Windy?-No it was Willow, I contemplated to myself, Willow. It sounds just as beautiful as her voice, so graceful and strong. The way that she sang every one of the notes seemed as natural to her as a songbird... Hey, that would sound cool in a song...

I started scribbling down some lines in my notebook when an angry voice suddenly erupted in my head.

What the Hell do you think you're doing?! the voice roared, Don't you remember what happened last time? You swore that you would give up all this stupid love dovey BS and get on with your life!

I stopped writing and I absentmindedly let my hand hand rest upon the paper. I glanced over at her and her friends. Willow was eating a strawberry muffin and laughing at something that her friend said. She stood out like a beacon to me, like the moon on a clear night. Seeing her suddenly gave me a pang of unwarranted nostalgia, like something was threatening to tear my heart open again. 

I looked back down at the paper and frowned. My pen had left a giant blotch of ink on the paper. I hated when that happened. 

I shook my head and pulled on a lock of my hair angrily, pulling some of the strands out of my purple streaks. Of course I remember last time, I thought back sadly, sometimes it's hard notto remember what you try so hard to forget.

I shoved the unpleasant memories back into the depths of my brain and put my focus back onto my breakfast. I had grabbed a bottle of orange juice and a muffin that tasted like one of those muffins that you get at a gas station or cheap cafe. My mom would've frowned at my eating habits, like always. If she got her way, everyone would have five square meals a day, including snacks. 

I could feel the the eyes of my peers bearing down on me like lasers into the back of my head and I could hear their whispers behind my back when they thought that I couldn't hear them. Yeah, I knew about all of the rumors; they're the reason why nearly everyone stays clear of me. I knew about everything; how they think that I'm gay, that I have a mental disability, that I'm unstable and that I'm just plain weird because I brought my pet rat to camp with me. I didn't really care if they thought that I looked gay, because I know that I don't go that way. I don't care what they say because I never really give them anything to work with so they had to make it all up- well all except for the part about my rat, Styx, I did bring him. 

Stupid people.

Stupid people with their stupid arrogance and idiocy. They can go jump in the lake with a rock tied around their scrawny little necks for all I cared. 

I looked over at Willow again as I shredded my muffin. She wasn't like the others, she didn't seem weirded out by my appearance or had any pre-warning that she should stay away from that Ferrior kid or approach me on purpose to get a date out of me, she just smiled and talked to me. That was what was so alluring about her. Willow was different somehow, she didn't see things the way that everyone else did.