Story of my Life

Chapter 1

Hello reader! My name is Aaliyah. Aaliyah Grace. I have blonde hair, dyed bright blue at halfway down and it's normally down. My hair goes down to my chest and its half wavy half straight. That's why I brush it so much. I usually wear a crop top and skinny jeans. Don't forget my black and white convers. My friends usually see me drawing, writing a story, or writing out biochemistry equations. I love everything about the school I go to, Oscar High. This is a story of my life and it starts in my favorite classroom.

I wrote down the two more sentences before looking up at the clock above Ms. Nockingson, my science teacher. I brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes and sighed happily. 11:27. That meant three more minutes until lunch. Today was my big day. One that would set my reputation in stone. I was going to spend my lunch prepping for the talent show. I was in the last act. A band. Well, band mixed with dancing. You'll see. Anyway, one with just four friends and I. And while I would wait for our time, I'd be staging the sets for each person's microphones and props.

I wrote the date and my name across the top right corner of my lab right-up and tapped my pencil against my paper lightly. As the bell rang for our lunch I stood up to turn in my work. I picked up my book-bag and slung it across my arm, picking up my ticket to the outside world of high schoolers.

"Zach you ready?" I asked to one of my fellow band members and science geeks.

"Yeah. Let me get the drumsticks and a symbol from my locker first though. I'll meet you backstage." Said Zach. He smiled and went to the right, towards his locker. I went left to the Performing Arts section of the campus.

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When I walked in the stage was already lit. Lillian and Tyler had beaten me. That was okay though. I walked over to the case of my (REALLY EXPENSIVE) glittery blue and white electric guitar. The first day I brought it to school there were about twelve kids who asked me for a price.

"Sorry but it's not for sale," I said back.

I turned down so many people that week. It's actually funny how many people wanted it. I guess it pays off to have seen them. I mean now they'll go crazy wen they see my guitar and I'll be more popular after I playing it in my band.

We set up our instruments, Lilian, Tyler and I. I was helping to get Lillian's amp working when Zach came into the theater. Following him, was a sophomore girl about the height of Tyler. Her dark brown curls separated from her bangs and she had to readjust her beany hat a few times as she entered. You could here her boots from the double doors, they were black and shiny. Most of all, she loved cats. I had met her earlier in the year and got to know her in my English class. She wore a sweater knitted with soft wool. It had a picture of a kitten playing with a ball of yarn about the size of its head.

The girl looked at the stage and I was the first of the three on stage to acknowledge her existence. "Shellie! Oh my gosh how was your trip in Hawaii?"

"Pretty good. I had a blast but I could only make out half of everything the natives said to me. Haha!" Said Shellie.

"LOL!" Lillian commented. She set down her mic. stand to undo her black pony-tail. As her hair went down it stopped about where her elbows lay. You could see she had small freckles on her face and only a few on her arms. Today, Lillian wore leggings and a shirt that was neatly tucked under her leggings. On her feet, Lillian had on a pair of blue/grey boots that went up to her heels.

I looked over to see what Tyler was doing and saw him reading through his music sheets. He was around five foot eleven and wore his usual: jeans, dress shoes, and T-shirt. His eyes were a brown that had enough of a tint of orange to think he had fall festive eyes. Like the leaves of a Maple tree as they fall to the ground.

"Yeah. Well, have I missed anything important? I mean for this." Shellie circled her finger pointing to the stage when she said 'this'.

"No actually. Hmmm..." Tyler said as he thought of the last few days. I joined him in the process.

Zach hopped up onto the stage and I could see his face better. Only because I wasn't listening that well to my band. I was busy trying to change out the batteries to my wireless microphone.

Once I fixed it, I looked back at everyone. Zach was wearing army-green skinny jeans and a red and white 'T'; along with bright red vans. His hair parted to the side so it shaded half his right cheek. I blushed but no one saw. I had my hair to shield my red cheeks from my friends.