Stunned Silence

Im Aymee, im 15 and this is my story. I had always been one of the most unpopular people round school, i had always kept in the shadows- i hated to be noticed, that was soon going to change but i didn't know it

I spent most of my time in and out of school alone; my parents were out on business trips all of the time and i had no real friends. So i learnt how to play instruments, the guitar, drums, piano, anything i set my mind to. I also sung; no one would ever hear me though, well that’s what i thought. At school i spent my breaks and lunch times in a music room that no one ever used, just playing and singing songs i loved. When i teacher came to ask how i was i shut up, i was determined that no one would hear me. I was afraid that people would laugh at me and make my self-confidence reach an all-time low. It’s all different now though, i have confidence from somewhere, i have friends and most of all i have Skyler- the greatest guy on earth. He encourages me to do what i love and for that I owe him a lot, but that is now and I don’t want to go back to what I was.

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Walking into my music lesson I kept my head down, I really love this lesson but I daren’t show it. I wander to my chair and slowly sit down, cautiously pulling my book pencil case and planner out. I place then on the table and start to write the date and title in my book, grimacing at my atrocious hand writing. All of a sudden there is a crowd of people fighting to get through the door then I hear his voice, “Guys don’t fight just go through the door one by one. Don’t be so stupid!” Skyler shakes his head and catches my gaze slightly before I snap my head to the front again, pretending I didn’t exist again.

“Sit down class; you are going to cause a blockage on the corridor one day!” our music teacher, Miss O’Brien, is my favourite in the whole school, “Now what are we doing today, oh yes that’s it! Would anyone here happen to know 'Meet you there' by Busted?” I slowly put up my hand, it is one of my all-time favourite songs, and aware of the many pairs of eyes glued to my back right now I feel my face turn slowly red. I attempt to put my hand down but Miss O’Brien sees me and grins like the Cheshire cat, “Oh how lovely! Aymee do you know the guitar part to the song too?” I slowly nodded; it was the first thing I had learnt to play on the guitar. “Perfect! Would you come to the front and show the rest of the group how it sounds?” I shook my head so violently that I nearly gave myself a headache, “Erm, I’d rather not, wouldn’t you be able to put it on YouTube. I mean how the band originally sang it sounds better than how it would if I sung it”.

“Okay dear but if it doesn’t work please sing it. No one will laugh if it goes wrong, we all make mistakes in our lifetimes, it doesn’t hurt” she was adamant that I was going to sing, even if I didn’t want to.

After 5 minutes of trying to get on YouTube and it not working, Miss turned to me “Please Aymee, my whole lesson relies on this one song and to be honest im not good at playing the guitar and it doesn’t sound right if the song is sung on its own. Please sing im sure you will do well, I promise that no one will laugh” her eyes bore into mine and I felt myself giving in to her pleading, no matter how much I tried not to. “Alright then. If I really have to I will”, what was I doing. I stood up and walked to the front, picking up a guitar I tested to see if it was tuned. “Miss this guitar isn’t in tune”, I strummed all of the guitars in the room, and “None of them are to be honest” I knew where one was though, “Hold on, I won’t be long”. I walked to my special room, the one where I spent most of my time practising. I grabbed the old worn guitar that stood where I had last left in and trundled back to my classroom. “Got one miss, and its tuned” She turned round and a look of horror spread over her face, “What that old thing? Nah, it won’t take long to tune one of these up will it? It must be better than that wretched old thing” dyeing to prove her wrong I run my fingers over the strings and smile at the sound it makes, “I think I will use this one thanks” I had to get this over and done with and taking time tuning another guitar would make things worse for me. I sit down on a stool at the front of the room and face the class, I strum the strings again and some of the guys sat at the back of the room snigger, making me go red. I shoot them a warning look and start playing the start of the song, I hear the faint beep of a voice recorder on someone’s phone but I ignore it and lose myself in the song.