Ter's Road Ked

Cleo: A New-Found Friend

Cleo's POV

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After class this morning, Erika and I seperated to go get lunch. But actually, I wasn't in the mood for lunch, at all. I just wanted to rest. I thought about how the school library would be a good place for resting. I grabbed my backpack and led my way there.

I went inside the school library, and was surprised that there were only a few people inside. There's definitely less interest in books nowadays. I got myself a seat and read a book. I read this book named 'Geronimo Stilton'. The story was quite interesting, but also very cheesy.

As I had my reading galore, there were noises that I kept on hearing. Immediately, I scanned through the room for who it was, until my eyes met a man's.

It was him, Blaster. He's with his band-mates, laughing, sharing jokes. I did smile from that view. They were just adorable and also very noisy for a library.

Every member looked nice. Unique, Badj, even Zild, but I can't really try to take my eyes off of Blaster. He's very cute. I like him, but not to the extent that I'd be fangirling about him. He's just a very calming guy. He doesn't feed off fame, he's just a nice person. And, he also is very cute.

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The bell rang indicating that lunch break was over. I took my things and brought myself outside the library. My next class was Math, and it's with Ms. Ab. She's a very strict teacher, but at least I learn from her. I made my way to class only to be bumped by two snotty men in the halls.

"Oh. Look who it is." He talked like a bully, which snapped me. Oh wait...He really is a bully. There, my mind was too shocked to even think. What should I do? How do I get away with this? Those were thoughts that escaped my head.

As I was thinking, another man, probably another bully approached me.
"You're new here, right? Do you have money?" My heart ached while hearing his threat. I didn't have money. I'm a broke ass kid. I stayed quiet. Obvious fear channeled my body. I was shaking. I was afraid of them. What if they'd kill me? What if I couldn't give them money?

Initially, the bully tried to land his fist into my face, but a man pulled his hand. "You aren't supposed to be bullying new kids." The man finally talked.

The two bullies immediately held fear in their eyes. They were stuttering. "Uhmm...yes...we know." Fear was evident in their eyes and in their words. They both slowly went away, giving me time to fix my fallen books and adjust myself up.

"You okay, kid?" The man told me. "Yes...definitely. Thank you." I replied with thankfulness. "Sure. I'm Scale, and don't worry, I'm a friend." He introduced himself. "I'm Cleo, and I'm also a friend." I introduced myself back while chuckling "Well it's nice meeting you, Cleo." He turned. "Yeah. You too. I'll get going now. I have Maths." I told him. "Ooh. Bummer." He pitied me. "Well, I guess I'll see you around." He said before he left. I went straight to class right after.

I guess I found another friend on campus. Yay.

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Blaster's POV

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Class this morning was boring. Same discussions, yet different tests. That's education for me. I have never really paid attention into it that much. I guess, I focused more on making music. Music is my way of peace. Along with music, I found friends. Real friends that share one common ambition, to make music and to perform in front of thousands of people. I love music, it is strictly my life.

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My band-mates and I stayed at the library during lunch break today. Badj was sharing jokes, which were obviously hilarious. He told one about fans and their creepy obsessions, where in I believed his every word. Again, fans are crazy. It seems that we also had common opinions about them. Creepy teen-age girls with their fan-themed twitter accounts.

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When I pulled up into Maths, class was intensely difficult. I couldn't even understand anything. Which is, actually a big shock on my part. I may not like education that much, but that
doesn't mean I don't do well in it. I kept my grades well-balanced. But wow, this class, was definitely different.

Apparently, there was only one student in class who understood every single word Ms. Ab said. It was this kid, the new kid. Well, he definitely is excellent, I'll give him that. I suddenly remembered how he knew the band. I guess he likes us and our music, that's cool. I should get to know this kid, he seems to understand Math. I need to pass every angle of my studies for my parents to allow me to keep making music. I guess I should take the advantage of him liking the band, for me to actually socialize with him, and also to get a better grade at Maths.

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I was about to go ahead and talk to him, when Ms. Ab, our Maths teacher called for my attention.

"Yes, Ma'am?" I asked her. "Well, your grades are not really booming this time. I know that Maths is difficult, but just exert more effort dear. I know you have it in you." She smiled while somehow, trying to motivate me to be better at her subject. "Sure, Miss. And don't worry, I'm gonna start doing well...tomorrow." I ensured her as I saw the new kid walk away.

She was star-struck. She wished me luck before letting me exit the room.

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Well, I'm back home, which is hell in my language. I definitely do not like it here. In fact, I abhor home. My parents were doozy and partly unwilling to the things I actually have interest in. They don't like me making music, even when I'm at the peak of my career. My father always convinces me of working for his company to secure the family business.  Well, I'm sorry, but his company is not what I'm into. It's boring, shabby, and pretty much just a rich wreck. My parents let me do music only because, I get high grades. They felt as if it was only a hobby that only does good to me. But making music is not just a simple hobby, it is my dream!

I suddenly remembered how Cherryl was supposed to be married off to me, making my day additionally much worse. As I felt more sorrow every damned minute, my head popped an idea. I needed to write this, my feelings. I took out my notebook and started scribbling my sorrows. It's all about family pressure and dream-chasing. I always feel relief after I make music. It gets to me, and it definitely makes me feel a little bit better.

After getting all my thoughts out, I rested and hoped for a better tomorrow. Here goes to my life!