*lyrics originally written by me*
Tick-tock. I'm staring at the clock, counting the minutes until class ends. It ends in about 30 minutes, which is more than enough time for a quick nap. I brush the long parts of my bangs out of my face and put my head down on the hard desk. I'm beginning to close my eyes when Junebug nudges me. I look at the board, my eyes wider than the Pacific Ocean.
"Were you listening?" Junebug whispers to me. "We have to write and perform a song." They caught my attention, because I completely forgot about the clock I had been staring at.
"The five best songs performed will get to perform at homecoming!" My teacher explained. "The deadline to write your songs is Friday."
The bell rang after she finished speaking. I would have been one of the first to leave if my teacher hadn't motioned me to her desk. She gave a stupid motivational speech about how "I can do it" and other shit. I don't talk much in school, or ever, so I just sat there and listened, nodding my head as a reply. I didn't need advice at all. I had the lyrics in my head already, and I wanted to write them. I thanked her and left, nearly bumping into my best friend who was right outside of the door.
We talked about the project and went our separate ways. I got my lunch and ate it, daydreaming about the lyrics to my song.
The rest of the school day was a blur, my mind in a jumble about that one thing. I sat down at my desk and started writing. It was as if my soul was being poured out on paper. The words closed from my brain, engulfing me as if it was its own language.
Through the alleys of my street
Those alley cats are your friends
My identity a secret
Soon to blow like a head
After that gun shot erupts
The world like it's on fire
I run and hide
There's no cover
I have to face my fears
For something so near
BANG!
I might not die
But I'm dying inside
What would they think
If they know me by the rules
In which I tell them everything I know
What would they think
If they knew I was a girl
There's nothing underneath those jeans
What would they think
If they lived where I lie
News reports every night
Negative, oh so much
I can't even eat my lunch
Disgusted, by those within
Hi, the name's Y/N
I stand up, impressed by my work. I'm confident this will win until I get a sudden thought.
"I can't perform this! I'll get made fun of! I haven't even performed in front of people yet!" I whisper-yell out loud. I exit my room and ask my mom if she can drive me to Junebug's. I need to think.
Junebug lives in a big house. Their parents are together, and it seems like a perfect family scenario. As much as I love Junebug, I feel envy when I go over there. I wish I had a perfect life like they do.
"Hey Junebug." I say quietly, as to not to disturb the perfectness with my presence. Junebug laughs loudly, causing me to laugh.
"Y/N!" They exclaim through giggles. " There's no need to be quiet! I'm home alone!"
We make a mess in the midst of trying to make popcorn. You see, the popcorn machine spewed popcorn everywhere mid-way, and it malfunctioned. Junebug grabs snacks after we clean up our mess. I flop onto the giant couch, laying my head on their shoulder as Heartstopper plays in the background. My mind goes quiet for a while as we both fall asleep.
We jolt awake at the sound of the front door opening, Junebug's parents beaming at us.
"Hi you two!" Their mom greets. "I bought pizza!"
I'm quiet for the rest of the time at their house.
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INDIEana
General FictionSince Y/N had to perform an originally written song for school, they've wanted to be a singer. Sadly, they've been turned down by music companies. Y/N is now faced with two decisions; Either to give up or start from scratch independently. Is it rea...
