Music Is My Life

  "Hey Loser." Madison and her bee's laughed at me. I looked down and walk to my locker. I hate them with all my guts. I mean not really. I dont really hate people. They are just..humans, but with a different personality so yeah. 

  I put all my stuff that I didnt need to bring home in my bag then locked my locker. I went to the parking lot and sat at the big tree at the corner of it and put my headphones on. I seriously dont want anyone to know that my dad owns the biggest company in the whole world. Call me stupid or crazy, I dont know the name of the company. Why? I just dont care about all those crap. Its really not my thing. My thing is stuff like art, all sports and music. Just not business. My mum......passed away when i was born. I didnt see some pictures of her. My dad rarely see me as i rarely see him. 

   I have my big bro. His name is Kelvin. He is really awesome! He protects me to everyone! He's always by my side. But right now, he's in london. I really miss him. He studies there. He is a year older than me but my dad said he'll study there coz he'll get less trouble. No one in this school knew that. I mean, i dont have a single friend here. My brother is basically famous because of my dad's business. And yes i am too. But i like to stay down low so just a few people know about me, just the way i like it. 

  My mum, well, i dont know a thing about her. I just know that me and my brother looks like her. So she must be really pretty as our Uncle Mark would say. We have dirty blonde and light brown eyes. But i got this weird feeling that she is still alive. Like she's not dead. But its impossible. 

  Anyways,  Im Lyla. like i told you. I have dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. I dont wear any of the face crayons. I dont like it. Even though my dad has some important occasions for the company, i still dont wear make ups. I like it when i dont wear some. Its like, i dont have to hide anything. Its like im free. I like to be alone at most times. I want peace. 

  "Miss? Ms.Waverly. We're here." My driver, Franz, said as he shook my shoulders. I opened my eyes, looked around, no one's here anymore and nodded. Like i said before, I dont want anyone to know the real me. People always say that im a loser. Well, its okay with me. As long as they dont have a clue. 

  Me and Franz went in to my car and off we go. I put my headphones on and I listen to Weightless by All Time Low. I love this song. I dont really have a type in a song. If i like the song. I'll just like it, love even. 

 I tap my fingers to the beat. Franz will look at me in the mirror and just smile. He's been my driver since i was 7 and right now im 16. I really gotten the use to like him. He's 45 yrs. But believe me or not he is still 5'6. He's so cute. My height is...uhm...i dont know. Why should i know? I mean, i keep on growing so its not really official. I'm going to know my height if it is official. 

  Just kidding. Im just really lazy to know my height. But someday I'll tell you. If im not lazy enough. 

I looked at the trees as we move so fast. It took an hour to school. Yeah, we live in a mansion. 3 story. I call it house. I always wonder how 'normal' people do if they just have a small house? Maybe it's like in movies. Family eating together. Laughing, smiling. No problems in life. Just a happy and complete family and the attention is equal. I really want that family. I want my family like that. 

 Now my phone is playing 'Dear Maria, Count Me In.' I love this song. I hummed along to the song. 

  "I got your picture 

   I'm commin with you 

 Dear Maria, count me in 

  There's A story at the bottom

  Of this bottle and Im the pen. 

  Make it count 

  When im the one who's selling you out.