Chapter 1- Milkshakes, music and 5 boys
“Hey Lucy you forgot something”.
I tried brushing off some tears before turning around. Anna smiled before throwing a chocolate milkshake all over me. I turned back around and ran to the bathroom. I can still hear everyone laughing at me as I shut myself in a cubicle and let my tears fall.
I have always wondered why I was bullied. I use to think it was because I was ugly but I can now stare into a mirror and say that I’m happy with my appearance. I have short brunet hair and a nice figure. Maybe it’s my personality but everyone I have met outside of school has always enjoyed my company. So then what is it?
I creek open the toilet door and walk to the mirror. I turn the cold water on and start to wash out the milkshake from my hair. I cannot go home like this.
My parents don’t know that I get bullied. I feel like I will disappoint them if they found out so I always try to hide up what the popular kids did to me. The bruises, the cuts and the food marks. But sometimes I wish I could meet someone who would understand how I feel. But I prefer people not to know. It’s better that way.
I head back to my locker and pull out a spare of clothes. After a while you start to be prepared. I walk back to the toilets and found a cubicle. I pull a hoodie on and also a nice pair of jeans before heading back out.
“Hey Lucy I see you have got that milkshake off your clothes”, a random boy laughs.
I pull my hoodie over my head, put my headphones in my ears and walk away. I decide to go to the one place that keeps me safe. The music room
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As I was about to open the doors when I started to hear music. I pull my headphones out and start to listen. Whoever was singing needed to learn pitch, as I tried not to block my ears. I open the music door to see a table full of boys and one of the popular girls trying singing to a song. One of them turned the music off (to my relief).
“Thank you for coming in. We will tell you whether you got the part in a week”, the one with blonde hair said with a smile.
The girl giggled and ran out of the music room, and passed me. Slightly confused I walked into the room and went over to the piano.
“What’s your name and what are you playing”, the one with curly hair asked me.
“Ummm...” I said with a confused look,
“Look don’t be nervous...” one of them started but I cut them off.
“I’m not here to audition for anything”, I said quickly.
“Ohh well we might be here for a while”, curly said.
“That’s cool. I’m just want to play a song if that’s alright with you”, I asked.
They gave a few nods before going back to their own business. I pulled out a music book and tried looking for a song. I have always loved music. When I was little my mum said that I could sing before I could talk. I never believed her but one day she showed me a video of me singing when I was 2. After a few minutes of searching I found a song. I decided to grab a guitar and went back and sat on the seat before starting.
(I don’t own this song!!!! It belongs to ed sheeran !!!!)
I started strumming the guitar before starting to sing
*White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly ......*
I stop to change the page before continuing. People say that my voice sound like an angel but I never listen to them. How do they know what an angel sounds like? I guess I have an all right voice but I prefer not singing in front of people. Luckily in my case I have a 5- people audience.
I finally stop singing and look at the music score.
“Maybe if I’”, I said to myself while quietly playing the guitar. “I made a mistake there and forgot that note...”
I stopped and looked over at the boys. They all had their eyes on me. I looked away and put the guitar back on the stand before going back to the piano and packing up my things.
One of them looked like they were about to ask something when I realized I had to get home early because we were having guests.
“Crap!!! I’m late. Sorry but I have to go”, I said before running out of the music room and heading home. Leaving five boys very confused.
So there is my first chapter !!! please comment and tell me whether I should add or take anything. Please no hate !!!!!! Thanks for reading and I will update as soon as possible (maybe Monday or Tuesday ????) THANKS AGAIN
