Startled, Heaven spun round to see a small boy (a little taller than her) with ginger hair and beautiful greyish, blue eyes. He wore a mustard-coloured hoodie, blue jeans, black trainers and a cream scarf around his small neck.
"I heard you singing..." he mumbled.
She started to smile a little, "Uh.. do you think it's bad?"
He shook his head smiling but it looked like he was trying not to laugh.
"No it wasn't bad!" He stopped smiling. "It was AWFUL!" He screeched, empathising the word 'awful'.
Two girls faded into view from behind, arguing with each other, towards the left of the boy.
"See, you're waking up the whole street with that retched voice of yours!" He growled, childishly.
A girl stood up for me, "Actually, it was your 'retched' screaming that 'woke us up'."
The other girl put her hands on her hips, "Who would be asleep at like four in the afternoon?"
He stammered, "Um.." then he thought of a stupid thing to say, "Babies!" He paused. "Like you guys."
"How come we're standing here and not asleep then?" I fought back.
I tried to change the mood, "If you have nothing nice to say.." I mumbled. "Get lost..!" I said, nervously.
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Short StoryOlivia Heaven has always been told that she can't sing. She doesn't care about how amazing people think her singing; she still loves to do it. When she turns eighteen years old, she proves all her school bullies wrong.
