The Story Of Marcel

Marcel always had it hard in school. Everyone judged him on his clothes and glasses and what he looked like. They never got to know what was on the inside which was a really sweet boy, until a surprise turns up one day at school.


5. Realisation

I don't see Hazel all morning, based on the fact I have double music and she has extra science. I forgot friends could lead to heartbreak as well as relationships, even though ive never been in a relationship. I do what I always do when life is getting me down. Focus on school. I put all my mind into my music lesson. "Right, Class, today we are going to focus on your vocal chords because luckily we get the school hall for todays double class. Now, I want you to come up to my desk and choose a song you want to sing but only sing a few lines as we don't want to be her all day." Oh no, I love singing but not in front of people, im always scared they'll call me gay and that they'll laugh at me for being no good. I find a song which is one of my favourites and go and wait in line. The butterflies in my stomach multiply as I get closer to the stage. When its finally my turn Im relieved a little when I realise I cant see the hall because of the light shining in my face. I push all my thoughts aside and focus on the song, I put all of my anger, anxiousness and happiness into this one simple piece of music.

"Isnt she lovely, isn't she wonderful, isn't she precious, less than one minute old,

 I never thought through love we'd be, making one as lovely as she,

 But isn't she lovely made from love,"

I finish and fold up the music. I walk back down to the seats and sit down in the third row not making eye contact with anybody. I hear whispers and they are probably talking about how rubbish I was. Im really gonna get it at lunch. Lunch, where I will be sitting alone again. When the bell goes im the first one out of the hall. I get to maths without any hassle and look around for Hazel. That's when I see her, walking towards me looking just as amazing as ever, but its not until I realise whose arm shes holding on to and laughing with that I realise. Mindy isn't my dream girl, Hazel is, but there she is walking towards me, holding onto Joey Johnsons arm.

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