The Voice behind the Violin

The Number 1 Fan

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{Megan}

“He said he’ll be here any minute now...”

“Are you sure like completely sure??” She asked for the like the 843874434th time smiling like a creepo...

“Yes Ms. Peige I am 100% or screw him.”

“Okay. I’ll wait then.” She leaves before turning into her office. Little did she know that her office was surrounded by a glass window and mind you, her door was left open.

Old hag forgot to close the door completely.

And this is how I was left in this situation, mouth open 360 degrees  staring at the school principal, jumping up and down like a random teenager screaming a series of ‘oh my gods’.

My friends...this is another serious level of fangirling.

And HE just had to enter...at that moment...

“Sorry I’m late” And now, I too am lost in trance.

*Flashback to this morning*

As I entered the campus, all eyes were on me. No shocker there regarding what was written all over the tabloids and newspapers with pictures to conclude everything.

The question was...which title did they believe?

His friend?

His long lost sister???

Or....gulp

His girlfriend???!!

“Hate to break it to you, but I think they believe the girlfriend story.” Jules tells me as we head to our lockers. Her locker is parallel to mine which makes everything much easier.

I don’t think I can even stand one more day, even a second with people staring at me in such different ways. I was never an attention seeker here in school. People just saw me as a ‘come and go’ person, I’m not popular or anything....

The geeks were looking at me like I was insane.

The jocks were like ‘no way why on hell this girl’??!

And last but not the least, the pops...

Staring at me like I was some piece of meat, and screaming ‘you’re not worthy!’

I decided to get my books. I had Trigonometry and Creative Arts for my first subjects. I had my back turned against the stares when I heard my name being called.

“Megan Kidston”

Uh oh...

I don’t like that tone. Only one person in this school, heck maybe the whole world can make my name sound so poisonous and deadly with a touch of lame and unworthy written all over it.

“Vanessa, good to see you too.” I reply without turning back to face her. I was still searching for my calculator...

She grabs my shoulder fiercely then spins me too face her – pure evil written all over her Barbie caked face.

She’s one of them, I thought to myself – the mean female pops that seem to dominate the top of the food chain in school, with a complete swarm of wannabes and followers right behind her.

They were all wearing pink today...yes...you heard me: PINK, from head to toe in all different shades with a touch of a dark color. I remembered once when Jules told me that they would wear a specific color on a certain day. So if I did my calculations right today is Monday and guess what? All of them are in pink!!