Starco The Boy Next Door|COMPLETED✔|

BND|Hobby

C H A P T E R  S E V E N -
H O B B Y

My immediate response was to screech."What?!"

"Why?" I stared, decieved by the witty brunette. It wasn't helping that she was stereotyping about blondes being dumb, but the thought of the main lead role to go somewhere else besides me--especially if Marco's there, just blew my chance of making Marco fond of my irritating appearance.

"That's final," Holly answered with authority and stood up from her seat."Adieu," she waved a finger thus slammed the door close.

"You suck at acting, that's why," Marco whispered in my ear, fled the room altogether with the rest, leaving me standing still devastated, yet encouraged.

I'll prove you all damn wrong!

///

"You are not my daughter and will you never be!" I roared, then realized I sounded like a goat.

I had been praticing some random dialogues the moment I headed home. If I wanted that main lead role, then I had to do my best and show my emotions but here I was failing.

I couldn't cry no matter how sadenning the dialogue I had made up and whenever I shouted to express my anger, my voice just collapse and it falters out of tone like a screeching dying donkey.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath and threw the damn cursed written dialogues on the study table.

I'm really hopeless. Isn't it bad to crave for something that is too hopeless for a person like me? Why couldn't I tear, scream, do the facial emotions properly and do the intonation precisely? Maybe Holly is right. I'm not suited to be the main lead. I could never be compared to someone as good as Janice.

She has confidence, empowering power and can speak in front of the public. She's always the contestant for debates, public-speaking thus never failing in recitations.

I opened my door and head downstairs to get some fresh air.

I leaned my torso on the frame of the door. The cold wind brushed against my skin making me shiver; the trees dancing along with the infectious beat of the night.

"🎶We were so tiny laughing and shiny playing tag and getting chased🎶"

Singing and clapping,laughing and napping,baking cookies eating paste

But I know~I know,life can be beautiful
I pray,I pray for a better way
If we changed back then
We could chance again
We can be~ beautiful~

"Nice. What a way to start the night by making it rain," an unwanted voice crept in the darkness.

I whipped my head on the Diaz's house and saw Marco sitting in the front porch with a textbook in both hands, occupied as he gave me a stare.

"What are you doing there?!" I shouted, practically embarrassed with my cheeks beet red.

No one was supposed to know my hidden hobby. I only sang when I get frustrated and someone knew. Out of all the people, it was him; the man I hated and loved at the same time.

"This is my house Ms.Butterfly, I could be anywhere I want," he retorted, raising a brow.

"This is so embarrasing," I muttered to myself, contemplating if I should just head in and pretend none of this happen or stay still and pretend to not be a sore loser.