"Abella... You might want to come down here" I could feel my stomach drop a bit, wh-
No, wait, if I start here I'd have to explain a lot later... I've never been good at telling stories...
Okay, so it's obvious I should just start from the beginning, so let's get this story started.
Again.
I think it was one year back? Yes, it was, so let's go back to that time, and all the confusion should be cleared up.
So, here goes nothing.
**Cliche time reversal**
I walked around my room singing loudly, my speakers blaring at a reasonable volume.
At midnight.
This is where the explanation comes in.
I love singing, and music. I'd love to share my love with other people but there was just one thing.
I had stage fright.
Horrible stage fright.
And I hated it. Like that person that thinks everyone loves, but you actually hate them.
And it scared the hell out of me when I was singing quietly to myself and someone said to me, "You sing pretty." or "You have a nice voice."
Honestly. It was horrible.
That's why I was singing, at midnight. To my liking: alone.
"We don't even care about the table breaking, we only wanna have a laugh."
I honestly didn't know the name of the song. I didn't even know who it was by, but I knew the artist's name had a 'One' somewhere in there. I just liked that one line because it seemed like the singer doesn't have a care in the word and was generally happy.
Wait.
I think there's something missing somewhere in this story...
Oh wait, about me. Shoot.
Well as you can tell, my name is Abella
With my straight dark-brown hair usually falling in front of my boring brown eyes, I wasn't a pretty girl in the hallway. I mean, there were girls with honey-blond hair and highlighter-blue eyes.
No exaggeration intended.
I was just one of those girls that sunk to the bottom in the looks category. I was that girl with glasses, always looking at her shoes and stuttering.
But in the smarts category, I was a one of the ice cubes in a pool of rocks.
I stood out.
I was in top ten, nominated for the honors society, and in student council. I was nominated. Not inducted. I didn't have enough social activities.
My personality was a little, odd, I guess you could say. I was quiet and shy when you first met me, but when I get comfortable I will rant about anything and everything until you stop me.
Don't underestimate me.
Oh, age: Sixteen. Sadly. I act a little older and younger at times.
Well, enough about me.
I sat on the edge of my bed, sighing. I started to think.
I wasn't good enough to get onto X-Factor. I auditioned of X-Factor. Yes. You read right. I sucked up my shy-ness and stupidity and auditioned online. I was just waiting for my letter.
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