America's Sweetheart

Punk'D In Real Life

A/N: If you copy this, I will hunt you down make you hurt in places you've never hurt before. Oh, and I'll sue you. Threat enough??

Two years ago.

"Melody! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!"

 I groaned and picked up my bag. Mondays were never good.

 This day I felt sick somehow. Nothing hurt extremely, it was just that queer feeling in my stomach.

 "Mom, can I not go to school today? I'm not feeling well." I groaned.

 Instead of letting me stay home, my mom called a cab and made me ride to school, instead of my usual bus ride. I know, my Mom rocks.

My first period was English, so naturally I walked down the hall straight into Mrs. Thompson's classroom.

Class began shortly, and I could hear Mrs. Thompson's voice go on and on about our most recent poem, 'The Vagabond Song.'

Somehow, I noticed a buzz in the back of the classroom, but I didn't pay attention much. I just stared at my copy of 'The Vagabond Song."

"Psst! Melody! Catch!" a voice whispered from behind.

I turned around only to see a crumpled paper ball hurling towards me.

My reflex kinda caught it for me. But the thing is, I blame my reflex whenever I look back at this day.

"Melody Richards! Passing notes in class? How demeaning! Give that note to me straight at once!" Mrs. Thompson screeched.

Hesitantly, I walked over to the teacher's desk and surrendered the mysterious note into Mrs. Thompson's bony hands.

The teacher decided to read what was written, and finding it amusing, read it to the class.

"Memorization is stupid. I would rather sing that stupid poem."

Mrs. Thompson grinned like the devil.

"Stupid indeed. Supposed Melody here could sing it instead for us?" she demanded.

Before I could protest she thundered, "Or risk going to the principal's office."

Gulping, I silently nodded my head.

"Very well. Ladies and gentlemen, Melody Richards, singing the Vagabond Song."

The kids in the back had already taken out their phones and were starting to record me. Some were snickering, and others were waiting for my reaction. It had been a set-up.

I took a deep breath. I would show those bullies. I would do my best, and not let them get the best of me.

"There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood," I began softly.

"Touch of manner, hint of mood," by then Sophie and Jack, my friends had started snapping.

"And my heart is like a rhyme, with the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time." I sang out.

"Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap!" my classmates chanted on.

I felt my cheeks flush, but I quickly got rid of any signs of embarrassment and turned my confidence on.

'This is what all those singers do. Just give them what they want.' I thought to myself.

Luckily, my friends were big fans of Nicki Minaj and Eminem, so I had often jokingly rapped along with them to their favorite songs. The main thing was to keep the lyrics flowing and to maintain the beat, so I did so.

The whole front two rows started beatboxing, and giggling, I rapped, "The scarlet of the maples, can shake me like a cry," but I stopped suddenly.

Jack (whose nickname was Jake), not wanting me to be embarrassed in front of the whole class, croaked, "Can shake me like a cry!"

I quickly caught on once again.

"Of bugles going by, and my lonely spirit thrills to see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills." I finished the second stanza.

One more to go.

I turned back to singing. "There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir," I breathed, "We must rise and follow her. When from every hill of flame."

"She calls, and calls, each vagabond by name!" I finished, and the class started clapping. Even stingy old Mrs. Thompson clapped, so I guess I did something right.

The only person that wasn't clapping was Stacey. Stacey looked like she was about to kill someone. She had been my ex-bestie, and now tried to spread every kind of rumor against me. She was the one who threw the paper, I concluded.

But immediately, she started grinning, looking down. I quickly did the same. She had clicked something on her phone. Oh no.

I ran out of the room and out of the school.

I kept on running, panting and all, until I found myself light-headed in front of the door to my house.

I banged on the door, and it quickly opened, revealing my mom.

"What happened?" she asked, shocked at my prescence.

"My life is ruined," I said, running to my bedroom in tears.

The video would go on the internet, and I would be a laughing stock all through out high school. Everyone would ignore me, and laugh and make jokes in my expense. Just thinking about it made me sick.

I cried myself to sleep that night.