He Changed My Life: Michael Clifford

Chapter 2

OMG OMG OMG The band account just followed me,ok no big deal,stay calm Natalie. The bell interrupted the thoughts swirling around my head as everyone rushed out the door as it was lunch,nearly everybody went to the canteen,apart from this group of dudes that went out the back of the school to smoke weed...anyways I always go out the front and sit under a big oak tree just listening to the birds and feeling content in my own company. After 15 minutes of staring into space I took out my phone to cure my boredom by scrolling twitter.

@SocialReject Sometimes the best company to be around is your own, that way you know you won't be let down. #SheSitsAlone

After favoriting a couple of tweets the bell rang to signal the last periods of the day,I could probably survive though because I have art. Apart from music, art was my other passion. It was my escape, I could paint or draw or sketch anything on my mind even if it made no sense or didn't follow a plan I always love the end outcome because it was the only way to be able to fully express myself.
I made my way into the art room giving a quick wave to Mrs Allison as I passed,she was probably the only person in the whole school who understood me and that I actually liked. She never gave me any feedback on my work, which was hard for me to understand when I first took the class but she always said;
'On that easel you are putting your thoughts and feelings down on paper, they are your thoughts and your feelings,therefore only you can change them. Now it is pretty much the only thing I think about when I draw and paint well that and belting out the lyrics to 'Don't Stop' in my head.
After I got stuck in to my latest piece my phone started having a vibration heart attack which was odd for me cause I'm not popular enough to get like ten likes on my Facebook profile picture never mind my phone having its own heart palpitations but I was too in the zone to care what was going on in the world of my cellular device so I just put it on silent and continued what I was doing.
The end bell finally rang and I made my way onto the bus thanking the lord I would be first off so I didn't really have to endure torture from Lea and her gang of plastic Barbie clones.
Once I got home I went straight to the fridge(cause I'm basically married to food) to find yet another note from my parents explaining that they were on yet another business trip/meeting/holiday yada yada yada. They were never really around, I'd see them maybe a few times a month but that was just for them to pack more clothes and jet of again. At the start it was lonely but like everything I got used to it.
I took some leftover BBQ chicken pizza out of the fridge and brought it upstairs, lifting a bottle of Pepsi as I went, that's right. I'm about as healthy as Augustus Gloop from Charlie and the chocolate factor, Sue me.
After completing any homework that I had due for tomorrow I remembered the heart attack my phone had in Art earlier so took it out praying that it hadn't broken,it hadn't. On my notifications bar my last tweet had over two thousand likes and retweets, as I scrolled through my feed,looking at all the people who had liked and retweeted,wondering how possibly so many people could have seen my tweet one name caught my eye and made me decorate my white duvet cover with splatters of Pepsi from the spit take I just did after reading the name over about five hundred times.

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