Miss Independent

Yesterday Night Concerts

Lucy's P.O.V:

As I had entered my high school, which once was a noisy hallway became silent as I didn't even bother to turn to the students.

I already knew how they were reacting, so what's the point?

"Is everyone supposed to fear you?" I hear a sarcastic tone a little down the hall.

I snap my head to the other end of the hall where a pink haired student I have never recognized stood.

Wonder written all over his face.

What a fool.

"Dude don't even bother, she's mute." I hear my least favorite raven haired nudist whisper over to pink hair, I could tell he was unaware I had heard him.

"For your information, I am not mute. Talking in general is pointless." I outburst.

But only in my head, so nobody could hear it but I.

I've never talked, so why start now?

I've already made my face.

So why change it?

Why change the glory of silence?

Why fix something that isn't broken?

The pink hair lugs his way over here, hesitating with every step, but each step he took was overpowered with ambition.

Just as he reaches where I stand, I start to walk normally paced to a locker on the left of the hall.

Once I reach it, I open it, fiddling with the lock since I'd lost my key, and start to put away, and grab certain objects from my locker.

"You have to say something."

I hear pink doofus' voice once more, which made my fists clench.

But I deep breathed it off and continue to grab my iPod, along with my earbuds.

Once I inserted the earbuds, the noises of the school day were replaced with Brendon Urie's voice.

🎶 Do I look lonely?🎶

🎶I see the shadows on my face.🎶

🎶People have told me, I don't look the same.🎶

As the school bell rings, I don't turn off my iPod.

Instead, I walk with the earbuds still inserted in my ears, walking slowly to class, to finish my song.

🎶The death of a bachelor, oh oh oh, letting the water fall.🎶

🎶The death of a bachelor, oh oh oh, seems so fitting for.🎶

🎶Happily ever after, ooooooh, how could I ask for more?🎶

🎶A lifetime of laughter, at the expense of the death of a bachelor.🎶

The song finishes with a nice violin, tuba, trumpet conclusion, which makes me admire it even more.

I pop my earbuds into my bag following my iPod, and start entering the classroom just in time.

Taking my usual seat in the back.

Wearing a smile that visuals no teeth.

Thinking of the concert I attended yesterday with a good friend of mine.

Gajeel.

It was awkward most of the time, due to the fact that he invited his girlfriend, Levy, school's social butterfly, but a part of me wanted to reveal my voice and true nature to her.

So I listened to my gut, and started conversation.

Despite the fact she wouldn't stop saying how shocked she was that I was talking, we had a lot of fun.

My thoughts of the amazing night were interrupted by Principal Makarov stepping in the classroom.

"Still silent Heartfilia?"

I didn't look up, nor did I nod.

Though I could feel stares directed at me from all directions.

"That answers my question."

Makarov sighs and continues to explain the reason he is in our classroom.

I had spaced out completely, still thinking about how I surprised Gajeel with meet n greet tickets yesterday night.

We finally met Patrick Stump, my second idol.

Brendon Urie before everything.

Just as I returned back to reality, I hear footsteps walking towards me.

They grow faint, as I look up to see pinkie sitting next to me.

Staring at me.

I shiver and quickly look back down and start to listen to our teacher.

This kid just could not shut up.

Just my luck.

"Pssst."

"Hey, why don't you talk?"

"How do you know the answer to this problem?"

I see him looking over at my shoulder, directly at my math book.

Before he can copy my answers to his page, I slam my book shut, and flick his forehead, my sharp nails digging into his soft skin.

Before he can even say "ouch" the bell rings and I immediately stand up and continue to walk to my next class.

This time, blasting Panic! At The Disco's Emperor's New Clothes.

GUYSSSS

I LOVE BRENDON URIE'S MUSIC.

SO, SORRY FOR ALL OF THE PANIC! AT THE DISCO.

AND FALL OUT BOY.

BYE.