Story of my life

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  • Published: 8 Feb 2014
  • Updated: 16 Dec 2014
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"Do you believe in love at first sight? is it real? how can a person love someone on their first sight? how did HE fall in love with me? WHY did he liked me? i wonder is it because of my looks? or is he just playing around?"
these are the thoughts Cynthia Bluebell has been having ever since she met Nial Horan, a boy in her class. she suspected that he has a crush on her. but soon, when his amazing talent of singing spreads through the world and got famous, people started to give death glares and threats to cynthia as she is the closest person to nial. will he be able to protect her while trying to keep up the rating of his fans? this story will make you thirsty for more. please do read and enjoy!


7. Bully

I was doodling on my note book as the teacher explained the lesson. I wasn’t paying any attention to her. I doodled a paint brush, which lead me to draw a box of paint, which lead me to draw a counter with a shop keeper, which lead me to draw nial. Then I stopped. What am I doing? I thought. Then I was about to erase what I’ve been drawing when the teacher said; “well, students, the big music band concert is about to start in a few weeks. Who are participating from this class?” only nial raised his hand. Others stared at him. He must feel a bit embarrassed to be the only one who is participating in the band. Wait, I am even helping him a bit. So does that mean I am also one of the participants? Before I could re-think, I automatically raised my hand. Nial was a bit surprised and relieved. “Well, then, good luck to both of you! You two must work hard to pass the auditions!” she replied. The bell rang. I quickly got up, picked my bag and hurried outside to hide from veronica’s uncomfortable stare. What’s with her? Why is she glaring and talking to me like she really hates me? I thought. I just met her! I didn’t do anything bad! She is sure weird! I thought as I walked into The Hang Out. But my thoughts were interrupted by Keith. The one and only guy who picks on kids, bullies, rebels and mess with girls. “Hey, Cynthia!” he called. Uh-oh! This means trouble! I turned around to see the overly spiked messy brown hair with light green stripes, pierced ears, huge body and dark looking eyes. “What now Keith? I am not in the mood to talk to you okay!” I replied. “You’re never in the mood to talk to me. Say, want to go clubbing with me tonight? Huh? What do you say?” his dark eyes flashed as he said it. “No way! Are you kidding me?! I would never go to a place like that! Not even near a place like that!” I replied with a frown. “Just forget it! And leave me alone!” I told him and turned around to leave. But he grabbed me by my wrist and turned me around to face him. “Hey! Let me go!” I cried out. Everyone’s eyes were on us. Keith loved to be in the center of attention, especially with me. Well, the thing is, Keith has a crush on me. And when he has a crush on a girl, he will force her to do many things. He forces many kids to do bad stuff. He is the only one I hate in this whole school. “I won’t let go until you say that you’ll go with Me.” he said. “Keith! Stop this non-sense! Just let me go! I can’t go with you! I have other stuff to do!” I replied. I tried hard to lose his grip but he was too strong! “Come on! It will be fun! Just the two of us!” he pretended to beg. “Hey! Didn’t she say that she can’t go?!” someone said behind Keith. He turned around. It was nial! I was so glad to see him for some unknown reason. “Let her go. Now.” He said firmly but politely. “Who are you to tell me what to do?” Keith asked. He looked angry. “Why? You’re afraid that I might be her boyfriend?” he asked rather coolly. Keith got angrier hearing his words. He looked at me as if he was saying ‘I am going to kill both of you if you two are really in a relationship!’ but simply, I replied “Keith, let me go. It really hurts!” Before he could say anything to either of us, the school assistant principal, Mr. Lockhart came over. “I hope that Keith is not getting into any trouble again, are you?” he asked. He let go of my hand and straightened his torn shirt and said; “no sir, just making some new friends.” When he said the word ‘friends’ he eyed nial in a warning way. After that, he walked away. “Miss Bluebell, are you alright?” Mr. Lockhart asked me. “Yes sir, I am fine. Thank you.” I replied. After the assistant principal went away, nial walked up to me. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asked. “I am fine. But my wrist hurts a bit.” I replied. Nial took my hand and examined my wrist. I was a bit surprised as a boy never held my hand before! I felt a bit of fireworks inside me. What is wrong with me? I wondered. “Who is he anyway?” nial asked. That’s Keith, the school bully. He picks on kids smaller than his size or who are weaker than him.” I explained. I noticed that nial had an angry expression on his face. So, I changed the subject. “When are we going to practice for the auditions?” I asked him brightly. His face lightened up. “How about coming over to the school tonight? We can practice and plan in the music room. It will be open since the teachers are preparing the auditory room for the auditions.” “Sounds great! But what about your band members?” I asked. “I already picked out four people I know. They are really close to me. You can meet them tonight!” he replied. “Okay. So, what do I have to do now?” I asked. “How about write a song for us to sing?” he asked. “Okay, that seems easy enough!” I replied. “Hey, I’ve got to go to class! See you tonight then!” nial said. “Yeah! Sure!” I replied. As he walked away, he smiled and waved at me. Suddenly my heart started beating loudly and faster as I watched his smile. My hands felt cold and my body felt warm. What is happening to me? I thought. I didn’t know what was going on with me at that moment. It never happened to me before. Confused, I went to my class without talking to anyone else.
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