Odd One Out

"Good things come to those who wait."
How much longer do I have to wait?

Iris is different. She wants more. She wants to be free.
She wants love.
But no one understands her. Her only escape is through music.
She's the Odd One Out.
And then, she meets Blake...


6. Special

Dear Love,

I look in the mirror, and I see a girl.

She's not pretty.

She's afraid.

Afraid of what?

Afraid of life?

Are you afraid, Love?

Are you afraid of me?

I think I'm afraid of you.

But it's a fear I really want to face.

Face your fears, they tell me.

Love, let's face each other.


Iris x


Music. The one subject at school I don't hate. Mrs Muller watches me from her desk, her gaze piercing me. I can't really tell if she likes me or not. She once read one of my songs and started crying. Is that good? I stare at my hands that grasp the cheap school guitar. Play something, I tell myself. I start playing a song I wrote for mum. If I shut my eyes, I feel like I'm nowhere. Music does that to you. Or it might just be me. But if I shut my eyes, I'm not Iris anymore. I'm nobody. I am music. I am the song.


I open my eyes and stop strumming. It's Mrs Muller.

"Do you have a vocal coach?"

I shake my head.

"Who teaches you guitar?"

I shrug. "Myself."

"That song, did you write it?"

I nod. Her eyes glaze.

"You're something special," She says. LIES.

I'm not special. I'm Iris the unspecial. There is nothing special at all about me.

Well, unless you're saying I'm special in a medical way. I'd say I'm pretty special in those terms.

I press my lips into a smile.

"Have you ever recorded anything?" She asks, propping herself onto one of the small plastic school chairs. I shake my head. As you can see, I'm a real conversation expertee.

"Would you like to try it?"

I don't answer.

Record a song? One of my songs?

Would I like to try it?

Boy..she has no idea.

"What, you mean proffesionally?" I look right into her. She smiles.

"I'm sure we can get something arranged. I believe in you Iris. I believe you can do it."

Someone believes in me.

Someone believes in me.


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