Despite What's Right

A Blast From The Past

*before I start this I’d like to say something. Pictures of the actors/actresses can be found over there (------->) [this is what Anna looks like ------>]

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This story is based off a dream I had the other day and I thought it was good enough to make a story out of it. Depending on how well you guys react to it is how often I’ll update. I hope you guys love it :D

Now, on with the story!

*Kaitlyn*

“You ready?” My best friend, Anna, asks, appearing by my side. Her red hair bounces as she jumps up and down with excitement. Her eyes, purple from the colored contacts she wears, glimmer with anticipation of this afternoon.

“No,” I answer truthfully. “I’m not ready at all.”

This afternoon, after next period to be exact, our school is hosting a band competition that’ll allow the winners to go to LA with the band, Hello From Hell, open for them at a concert and sign a record deal. My band is competing.

Hello From Hell, for those of you who live under a rock, is the hottest rock band since Kiss. Alongside bands such as Asking Alexandria and I See Stars they dominate the charts. Even people who don’t listen to rock love them. The girls love them because of the lead singer, Christian Hicks, and his bad boy image and the guys because he’s “just so frigging awesome!”

After moving out to the small town on Rocky Edge about an hour from LA from my home in Kentucky at the beginning of my junior year I began attending Rocky Edge High. My black jeans, purple high tops and “punk/emo” image stood out against the backdrop of cheerleaders and football players who dominate the population in the community. But Anna, and our friends Rocky, Chase and Adam, who are in our band, all are in the same boat I’m in, so I quickly found myself being drawn to them. After one conversation at lunch my first day we were all best friends and I’m now happier than I was even back home.

Anna’s red hair is straightened for our performance this afternoon. I think about the prize and my heart tightens when my mind creates an image of-

“The sexiest man alive, Christian Hicks!”

Yeah. Him.

“Excuse me?” I turn to Anna.

“I asked if you wanted to know who I was going to marry, and you said, ‘Who?’ and I said, ‘The sexiest man alive, Christian Hicks,’ remember?” Anna laughs. “What’s on your mind? Is the great and powerful Elemina nervous?”

That’s not my real name, of course, it’s just my stage name. My real name is Kaitlyn Pierce.  I got the name because Elemina means Stranger in Latin and I was just a stranger when we started the band at the beginning of the year.

“Oh, ha-ha,” I fake laugh. Anna frowns.

“What’s up with you today?”

“I’m just nervous, like you said,” I nod and exchange my Algebra 2 book for my Physics book, shut my locker and walk down the hall towards class. Anna attaches herself to my arm with an iron grip and continues to talk about Christian Hicks, completely oblivious to the fact that every time his name is brought up I just want to crawl into a hole and die.

You see, I knew Christian back when we were kids before he became famous. He lived in the small town in Kentucky with me and we went to the same middle and elementary schools. My resentment towards him began when, during recess when I was in kindergarten and he was in the second grade, he and his hoodlum friends shoved me down on the asphalt and laughed when I cried. From then on, until I reached fourth grade, he and his friends went out of their way to make me cry. Then they went to middle school and I didn’t see him for two years until he joined track his eighth grade year to taunt the helpless sixth grader that I was back then. The taunts would worsen with every passing day until I wanted to quit track, the sport I loved almost as much as volleyball which is, and was, practically my whole life.