𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Chapter 4

After that episode, I went along with Deaky, so as that we started hanging out together. I also introduced Dominique to him. Obviously, bullies chased after us everywhere! If they saw us in a playground talking or, somewhere else, they would follow us. I guess it wasn't that bad after all... Not only John became a friend of mine, but likewise all the boys in his group: we became very close friends. Hence, this is what was my last year in middle school looked like. Deaky and I kept chatting together even after I finished middle school. And so, I became a high schooler... The first thought I had in my mind was trying to avoid bullies and shit like that.

The first year was really cool. I had Dominique with me since we were attending the same school, and I also didn't have any problem making friends. At the time, I became popular not because I was a bully, but because I was outgoing and friendly. Even though, I couldn't get along with my classmates (They couldn't stand my appearance so fascinating and marvellous), but I managed to make friends with students in other classes. I have to admit it, it was funny. On the other hand, my problem with anxiousness started to get away, and so, when I had oral tests or, any kind of tests, I didn't have to run to the toilet. Yes, when I had that problem, everything was just bothersome. Luckily, doctors helped me with that little (big and annoying!) problem.

When I first entered the school, I was stunned by the number of students who were walking in the hallway. Of course, there is no need to tell you how the school looked like. It was surprisingly big and everything looked super technological: walls which you could touch, and they would have given you the information you needed. There were besides a lot of computers and a lot of little robots-janitors. The colour which was the most noticeable was lite-blue. I had one single problem: that colour made everything shiny, and so, I had to wear glasses with dark lenses. In that way, no one managed to see my blue eyes, and it was like no one could see through my soul or stuff like that.

That year, there were a lot of new chances, but a particular one caught my attention almost immediately. It was the third month of school, and I was a little bit confident about the new environment. One day, I was walking through the hallway, and I saw a projection on a wall. Even though there were lots of them, I usually took a look at one in particular since it was dedicated to musical classes, projects, and student's initiatives. I loved how that school wasn't dedicated to music, but could still include lots of things related to it. Sometimes there were cool ones, and so, I took part in them, but, this time, there was something special. There was a little window (I mean, those projections looked a lot like computers in 2020, but everything looked more technological) which showed an announcement: two 11th graders who were searching for a drummer. What an opportunity! I mean, I had been playing the drum for almost 4 years at the time (I was aware of how good should have been those 11th grades, but, I wasn't scared at all, I was so confident that nothing could stop me).

I got near that wall, and I read everything about the "audition" (Which consisted of a sort of rehearsal). The only thing you had to do, was going to go search for Tim Staffel in his class and deciding when and where you would have played with the guitarist and the bassist/singer.

It thought it was easy, but then, wondering made me weak: how was I supposed to face all of this? I didn't necessarily have to do it alone, but I could have asked for someone's help. You might be wondering... No, I think you know well who I asked for: Dominique was the only one who could help me in such a situation. She was an 11th grader and my best friend as well; it would have been easier with her.

The day after, during the break, I waited for her outside the classroom

"Hey, Dom!"

I tried to catch her attention while she was getting out of her classroom. I saw her turning around to look at me. She waved her hand.