"Things we lost to the flames. Things we'll never see again, all that we've amassed, sits before us, shattered into ash. These are the things, the things we lost, the things we lost in the fire fire fire. These are the things, the things we lost, the things we lost in the fire fire fire."
As cheesy as it sounds, I pour my heart out into the lyrics. I listen to the music in the background, mostly there on the parts I don't sing. When I'm done with it, I do as I always do, edit and upload it. After ten minutes, I have seven views. Which I think is pretty amazing.
For the first time in weeks, I go onto my email to see I have thirteen emails and 204 junk emails. I ignore the 204 other emails and read the first one I come across.
"Dear Will Zues,
Aerosquin are having VIP-guests on the 21st of October, and we are asking you to be the performer, to sing for our special guests. We have seen your YouTube videos on your channel SirPent, and because we have seen your talent, we would gladly have you here. Please answer as soon as possible, yours sincerely,
Michael Squin, co-owner of Aerosquin."
And that's when I flipped out.
For an hour, I run around the house and backyard and scream "HELL YEAH THAT'S HOW I ROLL!" Then I make a milkshake with strawberry flavour, and while I shake it, I sing On Top Of The World by Imagine Dragons.
Next day at school, I play badass and have a black t-shirt with white text that says, Can't Touch This, with a red and black open shirt with the sleeves rolled up, shades on my nose and red Vans. And I walk around and say "sup bro?" every time a dude walks by. I even fist bump some.
Yeah, I take shit seriously.
At lunch, I sit by my usual table, but with my feets on the chair and ass on the table.
A group of girls walks by and I say, "did you know that déjà vu means already seen in French?"
They look me over and one of them gasps. "Omg I knew she went to our school! I told you so Rachel!" The blonde smirks at a redhead with blue eyes.
"Did you also know that red hair and blue eyes are the rarest match?" I ask.
"N-no." Rachel scoffs, with a blush on her cheeks and neck, "why would we?"
"Did you know that did you know in my language actually means 'you should not know this fact and that's why I am bothering to say it'?"
"N-no." Rachel stammers.
I hop off the table and smile, "bye chicas." And swaggers off.
Yes, it is a word.
We didn't have science today so I wasn't bothered by Flynn.
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Teen FictionWill Zues loves music, and has an own YouTube channel called SirPent, where she posts covers and songs she writes herself. One day, a boy in her school begins to sing one of her songs, and things begins to get weirder by the minute.
