Three Beauties and a Beat

Chapter One: B-But I'm a Nobody!

My name is Kotone Hark, age sixteen and attends Sylvester High School in Brooklyn, New York. I'm in the top class in my grade with average scores. Even though I'm in an intelligent class, everyone just ignores me. When I say everyone, I mean everyone. Students, teachers, staff, even the damn lunch ladies didn't give me lunch. Now normally, most people would be depressed, angry, or even try to change themselves. Well, I'm not normal. Actually, I'm quite chubby with rough, dry skin and a horrible looking face. And lemme just say; I. Don't. Give. A. Damn.

Yeah yeah, scold me, yell at me, or think, 'Oh golly she's such a rebel! I wanna be just like her!', but I just honestly don't care. What I do care about is that I'm running out of paint to finish the mural in my apartment. It's almost done by the way.

Sigh, anyways today is Thursday. A.K.A., the day before happy day. The final level, if you will. By the way, if you're wondering, I'm in AP history,the last period of the day.

"...and then my husband went to China and visited the Great Wall. He took pictures for me and remembered what the tour guide said for me so I could..." Mrs. Turney blabbed on. This is an example of a teacher who doesn't care, as long as she tells us all about her life, she's good.

The school bell finally rang (Thank God...) ending the day and her monologue of pointlessness.

"Well, that's the end of the lesson. Remember, next week is the test on Indian Trade!" She yelled. The class groaned as they got their stuff and left.
I was always one of the last ones to leave, but again. I didn't care. On my walk through the partially filled hallways, I checked my phone. 4:07 it read over my steampunk heart lock screen wallpaper. Great! I have time to practice! Excitedly, I made my way to the roof of the school. Just up the stairway, out of the window from one of the stairwell's levels, a short climb up to the roof, and jump over the protective fence that covered it's perimeter.

There, I look out my Ipod and set it to my highest volume. I set it on the floor and pressed play. That's where my song began.

(It's Cosmic Love by Florence and The Machine)

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I closed my mouth and pressed the pause button on my IPod. I loved singing and was told I was good, but because of my anxiety, I never sang in public. Once again, I checked my phone and looked at the time. 4:15. Feeling lazy, I climbed on the fence and jumped down. It was about six levels down, but again. I doezn't care (great grammar there).