Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~

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5. Chapter 4

I slowly made my way there, taking my time. I looked at the clock. 30 more minutes until class finishes. I sighed slowly putting my bag down and sliding into my seat.

Luke’s face was disgusted, and moved his seat as far away from me as possible. I looked down, hurt and embarrassed. As my teacher droned on about who knows what, I could see Luke texting Abby, his girlfriend. The same girl from year 7 who made my whole life a misery. I felt my heart drop, seeing him text Abby horrible things about me. Luke caught me looking, and glared at me. That was the first time we made eye contact in ages.

I sighed, extremely bored. Everyone was on their phones, but I wasn’t able to afford a phone. That was also one of the many reasons on why I got picked on. I stared out the window, looking for something interesting. I saw two birds who seemed to be playing a mixture of hide-and-seek and tag. I stared at them, envied. I can’t remember the last time I was as happy as those birds seemed to be. They seemed to not have a care in the world, and were just enjoying life. It’s weird to think that two birds have a better life than me.

Suddenly I saw another bird, all by itself, a few trees away from the two birds. When it tried to fly to the other two birds and join in, the other two would just fly away. So eventually, it just gave up. I was waiting. Waiting for what, I don’t know. Maybe I was waiting for the two other birds to finally let the other bird join them, or maybe I’m waiting for another bird to come and be friends with that bird. I’m not sure. All I know is that I wish that bird wasn’t alone, looking so miserable.

Suddenly the bell rang, and I stuffed everything in my bag and ran out the door towards the music rooms. When I made it, I slowly opened the door, seeing if Mrs. Jones was in there. She was talking to a group of students who looked like they were in year 7. I waited in the corner for them to leave, which they eventually did.

I walked over to Mrs. Jones, greeting her with a smile.

“Hello Natasha. How’s your day been so far?” she asked.

I looked down, not wanting to talk about it. Mrs. Jones nodded, probably understanding. She pulled a book out from her drawers and handed it to me.

“I forgot to give this to you with the guitar this morning. It’s a book filled with songs that you might like. There’s also some paper at the back with staves printed on them, if you want to make your own song.”

I flipped through the book, delighted to see many of the songs I like.

“thankyou so much Mrs. Jones,” I beamed, going in the store room to grab my guitar.

I carefully sat down on a chair with my guitar, picking which song to play. I decided to play stolen dance, since the chords looked simple enough.

I want you by my side
So that I never feel alone again
They've always been so kind
But now they've brought you away from me
I hope they didn't get your mind
Your heart is too strong, anyway
We need to fetch back the time
They have stolen from us

[2x:]
I want you
We can bring it on the floor
You've never danced like this before
We don't talk about it
Dancing on, do the boogie all night long
Stoned in paradise
Shouldn't talk about it

Shouldn't talk about it

Coldest winter for me
No sun is shining anymore
The only thing I feel is pain
Caused by absence of you
Suspense controlling my mind
I cannot find the way out of here

I want you by my side
So that I never feel alone again

[2x:]
I want you
We can bring it on the floor
You've never danced like this before
We don't talk about it
Dancing on, do the boogie all night long
Stoned in paradise
Shouldn't talk about it

Shouldn't talk about it

[2x:]
I want you
We can bring it on the floor
You've never danced like this before
We don't talk about it
Dancing on, do the boogie all night long
Stoned in paradise
Shouldn't talk about it


Shouldn't talk about it

I ended off with a smile, while Mrs. Jones furiously clapped for me. The bell went, telling us that break was over. I sighed, reluctantly packed my guitar away, waved goodbye to Mrs. Jones and slowly made my way to the next class.

 

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hi hi hi how are you. i hope u hav/had a rly nice day. and if not i hope u hav a good one tomorrow (;

i feel so sad bc school's tomorrow ));

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