The Power of Music (GxG) [ON HOLD]

Voting Sticker (Quinn's POV)

I should've come here earlier. Ugh. I'm so embarrased. First day of school, and I'm already humiliated in front of the class. God, can this day get any worse?.. - No I wasn't wishing for that. I walk out of the hallway like a ghost. Really! I look like it, because I'm looking at the ground. My hair's in front of me. More like Sadako - but a cute sadako. I hate this place. I feel like a pariah. I barely know anyone.

I look at my note to check where my next class is. Ok. I have 5 minutes left to find the right room - or else, I will be humiliated again. While walking down the hallway, I see the girl who helped me earlier. Okay, maybe I should say thanks though. I fix my hair, then I walk towards her, she's walking away from the bulletin board. I slowly run to her. Then I tap her shoulder.

She turn around. "Oh, hey" she smiles.

"Um... I just want to say thanks for helping me this morning." I run my hands through my hair.

"Anytime" she smiles again. I smile back. Then the bell rings. I see her walk to her class. As I continue again on finding my right room.

Finally, it doesn't took me long to find the room. I walk inside, before the teacher walks in. I sit on the very first empty seat I land my eyes on. The teacher looks like in her fifties. He's tall and seems like strong. He sit on the teachers chair. Everyone's quite here. I don't know why the Math teacher is always the strict one. Maybe it's just.. they don't know how to socialize anymore?... Or just because they're so tired of planning lessons?.. I don't know.

It's lunch time. Luckily, I'm with some friends I met on the third period. Steph and Clara. We walk towards the cafeteria - as what normal people do, every lunch time. After getting our food, we sit on the table.

"So... Quinn, Why'd you move here?" Steph asks. Actually, Steph never stops talking and asking. She has black curly hair, and she's very friendly. She's the one who talked to me first while we're in class. She compliments my hair, and of course, I thanked. And that's when they invited me to have lunch with them. And Clara... she's somehow talkative, but not more than how Steph speaks. She has short brunette hair - it's not that short. It just doesn't fall along her shoulders. And as I can see, she's a listener. She listens to what everyone else's talking about - more like a gossip type of girl. But they're nice. They're completely friendly.

Oh shoot. I forgot to answer Steph's question. I don't want to tell them that I moved here because of some financial problem. What should I say?.... "Umm... eh... I don't know.. I just like this school" Great. That's valid.

"Ok." Steph grins. "You'll surely like it here. We have music, dance, and drama club." I raise my eyebrow to her. What's so fascinating about it? Every school has that - as of what I know. She notice my catious look, then say. "Oh those aren't just normal clubs. They always held an amazing contests every other month, and they battle eachother to death!." She say the last part sarcastically.

"How?" I asks. Steph glances at Clara, signaling her that it's her turn to explain.

Clara nods and clears her throat. "They sing, dance, and act 'not in stage'" she quoted. "They do it here in the hallway. They always held it for a week." she breathes.

"Every student will be given a voting sticker. If you're impressed to someone's talent - that are included in the clubs. You have to stick it here" She points on her lower left shoulder - beneath the chest. "And lastly, the club who get most of the sticker wins. And the good part is.. they are allowed to go in every single room for the whole day of the week. And that means, they can interrupt classes." she softly laughs.

I nod, while munching my food. "What do the winner get?"

"They get cash prize and trophies, of course. And they can be recognized by the NYADA - New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts" Steph says.

"Are you in those clubs?" I asks.

"Yeah. She's in dance club, and I'm in the music." Clara blurts out.

I nod again. Interesting though. I wish I can be in some clubs. But I'm not talented. I'm in the English club on my last school, because you barely do anything, you just need to.... speak and write, and you'll get the extra curricular grade you want. The one thing I know is... I can sing, but not like how Mariah Carey or Celine Dion sings. The only fans I have are my shower wall, bathtub, and my soap - which I uses as a mic.

The bell rings, and we all rush to our room. Okay, last two subject and I can go home now. I walk inside with my books on my arms. I look at all the people. The only one I know here is the girl. I forgot to ask her name. So I sit beside her, while she's tapping her ballpen having a mini concert in her head. I look to her and she notices. And she smiles, AGAIN. Does she really do that all the time? Or maybe in other new students only? I don't know, but she looks beautiful. I smile back again.

"I forgot to ask your name" I say. Okay Quinn, don't be shy. You have to make friends. I say to myself.

Oh yeah. I know her name. She said it to the teacher this morning, but I forgot. I didn't heard it clear - by the fact that I'm so humiliated that time.

"Medley Anderson... nice to meet you" she say, offering me a hand. Casual.

"Quinn Parker" I response.

The teacher walks in, and I straighten my sit. I don't need to explain what the teacher is talking about. It's just about literature blablabla.

Finally, Yipee! It's dismissal. I rush out to home. I walk myself home. Not like other students here. They drive themselves home. If I could only buy a car of my own, but that's not important. At least my fat's burning - If I still have one.

I enter my house, dropping the keys on the bowl. I walk to the kitchen. It's so silent here. Nothing's new. I play the radio to have some noise playing around.