My Nerdy life

Hidden Talent

I marched to the bathroom to arrange my hair. I removed my pigtails and began to comb my hair. It turned out that my hair is short and dry, it's not straight but too shaggy. It's the reason why I made it stable with an elastic band. Once I finished, I stared at the mirror. I never turned out to be pretty, since my face is where a cringe festival is born. Big circular glasses like Betty La Fea, pimples and dark circles under my eyes. I  kept my hair stable and made it into pigtails once again. I sighed, unlike the other girls in my class, they are everything not like me. I let out a chuckle, what was I thinking? I've been told that I'm pretty by my mother though.

I left the girls restroom and proceeded to the music room with my backpack. I hitched my breath as shivers crawled down my spine, everyone began to look at me, all of them at my appearance. I tried not to mind it as I walk towards my seat.

Unfortunate compliments are heard. "She is so ugly!" I am trying "She's so fat." not to "Her hair looks messy." lose my sanity again.

The teacher silenced everyone. "Class, be quiet! Now, we may start our lesson: Singing and our voices." She adumbrated. While observing her, she looks scary in my opinion. "And since it is music class, I want every single one of you to sing in front of the class." She let out a smile that couldn't be doubted. I'm scared about my voice, it may sound hoarse and wants everyone to cringe.

Each one of them began to sing, I quietly snorted, trying to hide my laughter. Their voices sounded so ugly, oh my god. It wasn't me that was laughing, but everyone else.

"And now, it's your turn, Emma." I stood up shakily, tremulous steps to the front of the class. I cleared my throat, inhaling deeply.

"Find table space to say your social graces. Bow your heads, they're pious here, but you and I, we're pioneers. We make our own rules, our own room, no bias here. Let 'em sell what they are sellin', there are no buyers here.

So gather all the rebels now, we'll rabble-rouse and sing aloud. We don't care what they say, no way, no way. And we will leave the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there. We're fine all by ourselves."

I sang out with all I had, fluttering my eyes open. Silence followed after my horrendous voice. But, is soon replaced with applause's. I can see smiles on their faces and I smiled back sheepishly, I spotted Angeline crossing her arms, not pleased. I head back to my assigned seat.

"Emma, that was amazing!" Ryna said joyfully. I shyly nodded and gave her a warm smile.

"And next up is Miss Angeline, please come here at the stage." I took another glance at Angeline, she was smiling nervously, trembling.

"Oh, um, my pleasure." Said the Queen Bee, standing up and—urgh—flipping her hair.

She stroked a pose once someone was taking a picture of her. She's not a freaking model.

"I know what I came to do," I can hear snickering. "And that ain't gonna change. So go ahead and talk your talk. Cause I won't take the bait. I'm over here doing what I like. I'm over here working day and night. And if my real ain't real enough. I'm sorry for ya, bae."

Her voice cracked, breaking the glass of the windows. Everyone then began to laugh, including myself.

"Not very good, Angeline." The teacher complained and the so-called 'Queen Bee' gave her a look that no one would want. "I mean, v-very good!" Stutters left the teacher's voice, she was forced. Angeline head back to her seat and wasn't satisfied.

"And now, the student who got S+ is.. Emma!" Everyone clapped, of course, apart from Angeline. I felt relieved, bliss. Beat that, pop-loser. I won, and there's no other way you can win with enough evidence to get you expelled and your reputation low.