Undercover As A Nerd

Chapter One

Laura's POV

"Nerd!"

"Loser!"

Yea, that's what they call me , nerd and loser, but I don't care. It's just a reputation in place I'm about to leave in 2 months. I'm not one of the rich snobby girls, who cake their face in makeup, complain about not getting the red colored million dollar car I didn't get, or trying to show off my body to everyone in the school. I'm not one of the jocks who plays with people's hearts or picks on everyone. I'm the one who gets picked on, since I'm the school's nerd. I'm Laura Summers, the nerd of the school.

But what these conceited people don't know is that outside of school I am the feared street fighter Pistol. That's my street name of course, I do street fighting to pay the bills, taxes, mortgage, heating, clothes, get food for me and my little sister, the essentials.

You may be thinking why isn't her parents helping. My mother died giving birth to my little sister, and the reason I street fight is to help my dad with bills and everything. He has a low paying job but it was the best he could do to try and take care of me and my sister. If my dad and my little sister, Emma, weren't here, I would be either.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Noah, the school's bad boy and football running back, knocks into my shoulder making me drop my bag and phone on the floor. If I didn't have to keep up with this nerdy act, he would be knocked out on the floor. But to keep up with my act I have to scramble on the floor pretending to be scared and try and collect my things as people laugh and kick them around.

Just then the bell goes off, telling me I'm late for class. Just wonderful. please not sarcasm.

"Awwwww, is the nerd going to be late for class??" Charlotte, Noah's current hookup and co-captain cheerleader says before she picks up my phone.

"Oh, Olivia, Isabella look, her lockscreen is her little sister and poor dumb dad. Where is your mom? Oops she's dead isn't she" She says as the rest of her friends laugh as it's so funny to insult people's deceased parents. I would love to know what goes on in their minds. I snatch my phone out her hand and start walking to class, English.

"Sorry I'm late Mr.Green." I say running to my desk. Me being his favorite student he lets it pass with a warning.

I hate English with a passion, but I'm better at it then the other students in here. I just make it look like I pay attention to keep up my act but I somehow still keep pulling A's.

The rings signaling the end of class. Everyone rushes out of the room into the zoo we call a hallway, which I don't understand. Everyone is basically just trying to push one another but to end up waiting. So I put my headphones on and and quietly pack my bag while humming to the song. By the time I'm finished packing up everyone has left the classroom. So I grab my bag and walk out the door to Choir. I am surprisingly really good at singing, so it's my favorite class, besides the point I sit in front of Noah and Charlotte. I walk into class and grab the sheet music from my teachers desk. We have to sing a different song each class without knowing what the song is going to be until class. I look at my paper to see i have No Tears Left To Cry, by Ariana Grande. As the teacher calls attendance you have to come up and sing your song.

"Laura Summers." the teacher calls. I grab my sheet and started to sing.

"Right now, I'm in a state of mind

I wanna be in like all the time

Ain't got no tears left to cry

So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up

I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up (oh, yeah)