Life of the New Kid by That.one.chick (reading like a writer TXT) 📕

I had my pillow pressed over my head. The knoking on the door, screaming and playing downstairs, the beeping of my alarm, and my constant thought of what was to come tonight, was almost too much to bear. I clenched my fists and tightened up my body and lost sanity for a moment. I threw my pillow at the door and screamed "Okay, I'm awake now!!" There was dead silence in the whole house for a full ten seconds. As I sit on my bed listening for any sign of sound throughout my house, I hear my little sister, Rose, scream. "Ow! You hit me in the side with your elbow!" As the argeuing commenced, I sighed and fell backwards back onto my bed pressing another pillow over my face.
"Come on, Ashlie! You can't stay in bed all day, you know." My mom nagged from outside the door. I grouned. "Why can't I? Its not like I have a life to get to!" My mom smacked her lips. "Oh, yes you do." I pulled the pillow off my face and looked at the door. "You must be getting your face crossed, because incase you havn't noticed, I don't have any friends here! Ever since we moved here, I've been like an outcast." As my mom started to walk away she turned back and replied sarcasticly "I wouldn't know. I can't see your face." her voice got louder to make sure I heard "You woun't come out of your room!!" I rolled my eyes "Oh KAY!" I said.
I sat up and grabbed my brush and began to brush my srtraight, black hair. As I walked out of my room my mom walked by "Look! It lives!" I rolled my eyes and smiled. Downstairs, my older sister, Tabitha, was making pancakes and the aroma made my stomache growle. "How long?" I asked as I passed. "Not long." She replied. I shrugged and went and spread out on the couch next to my backpack, and fittled with my phone. When I finished I ran out to catch the bus.
As I walked onto the bus, I Stood for a while wondering where I could possibly sit. I saw a seat tha was completely empty. I settled down and placed my bag next to me. The ride felt lonely. When I got to school, I headed to class just like everyday. My rutine was the same, but there was something special about today. Tonight was the 7th Grade Talent Show and my mom insisted that I sing. Its not like I could say no. All day I heard the gossipy whispers about me as I passed by. About how I was talentless, and that that was why I never spoke to anyone. But I'll show them... I'll show all of them tonight. All day throughout school and on the bus-ride home, I delt with it. As soon as I got home I had to start getting ready. I threw my black dress on and put my hair in a bun with a clip. I sliped my high heels on as my mom got the car keys.
When we got there I dreaded the moment I had to walk into the school dressed like this. Whispers surrounded me as I walked into the big glass doors. Act after act, I got more and more nervouse. They were going to say my name any moment now, and I was to walk out there and smile pretty for the croud and sing a song everyone knew. The very thought of me acting like that made me nautiouse.
"Now a new student to Wing Himmer Middle school!" I held my breath. "Ashlie Miserton!" I walked out nervousely and waved "um... hey..." I said into the microphone. "This is, uh... just a song I wrote." I took a deep breath and began to sing. The song was about how lonley I felt and how my life was. Everyone seemed speechless when I finished. I wasn't sure weather it was the song, or my singing voice, but I was pround of myself either way.
Afterwards I was told by tons of people how much they loved my act. Some liked the song, others liked my voice. I didn't care. I proved my point.

Text: me
Publication Date: 06-10-2012

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