So This goes to the little girl who's story I'm editing. Seriously check out her story. It has potential. I know it can go far. Hell, I'm considering intertwining my novel Angels in the Night with her new book Beautiful Me. Please go and check it out. Give her some feedback. She's really young. Like younger than I am and I'm fourteen. She has a great style and a great storyline.
So this one goes to you my little buddy !!!!!! <3333
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August 26th
Of course mom and dad are mad. Of course they want to do something about it. But when they ask me what to do, all I do is shake my head. They still listen anyway.
They frown, but oblige. And I get what I desire most. My parent’s attention. They understand me. Well, more than those kids at school do. More than the doctors do. More than anyone does. Though I wish it otherwise.
It’s not that I don’t like my mom and dad; it’s just that I wish someone else could understand. Rosie understands. Something in my mind whispered to me. I shook it off before it became true. Rosalie is one of them. She is Lee’s follower. She’ll never get me. She’ll just laugh like the others.
But something tells me that isn’t true. I frown and trudge through the August rain. In a few months, snow will be falling, the winter variety show will take place, and I’ll have competition. And I’m doing a group dance to “Disturbia,” a solo to “Mercy,” and a duet with the meanest girl alive, “Walking on Air.” I originally wouldn’t mind doing “Walking on Air,” because it explains me well, but I’m doing a dance about a girl who feels weird, creepy, and alone with a girl who is the exact opposite of that. So it’s not like she’ll have the passion I have for the song. And hearing Rosalie sing “Listen,” really got my attention, so I might even do a number to that.
Ugh I have so many plans and so little time to do it all. Not to mention that I haven’t been to one art class yet, and my paper that I’ve been planning to write isn’t even forming in my mind. Yup, I’m screwed. That’s why I’m going to school early today. One, to work on my dance. Two, to get to LA in time so I can start scribbling my ideas down. And three, so I can skip Math to go to Art to figure out what we’re working on.
I know, I know, I’m a ditcher. But one advantage of being special is the fact that the teachers really don’t mind if I’m not in class. I always catch up on the work. And my grades are well enough, better than some student’s. So, as long as my grades are good, I’m not caught by the principal, and I don’t run into Lee, I’ll be safe.
The auditorium is dark and silent. I walk into the control room, turn on everything, and hook up my I-Pod. The song before “Mercy” blares on and I sit on the stage, waiting patiently. The music finally begins to start, and I feel my body soak in the rhythm.
“I knew you’d be in here.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
Rosalie. And she wasn’t with Lee. She sighed and sat in one of the front seats, watching me. I bit my lower lip. Her intense gaze was making it hard to concentrate. I wanted to tell her to leave, get out now, but I couldn’t. Instead, I nodded my head and kept spinning.
“I love Christina. Her voice is so…soul-ish.” I could hear the impish grin in her voice. People were so easy to read. It was sad.
I hoped my excitement to her arrival alone wasn’t easy to read. No one could know I was beginning to kinda sorta like her. I didn’t like her as a friend! No, she was just some nice kid.
As the final chorus approached, Rosalie joined in, belting her heart out. It made me smile. I was right. She sucks at dancing. She’s an amazing singer. Sometimes I wish I was like that. I’d rather be able to sing than dance well. But then I remember that I’m one of the best dancers in the school, if not the best. And I’m just in tenth grade. I can’t even imagine what’s gonna happen to me as I get older and better.
The song stopped and I breathed heavily. Dancing can take the breath away from me. I look at Rosalie and try my best to manage a smile. I thought she and Lee were best friends… My mind wanders to the thought of Lee being pushed off a bridge, or never coming back to the school again.
“I know what you’re wondering.” Rosalie tilts her head to the side, examining me like an experiment. I shift uncomfortably on the stage. “You’re wondering where Lee is.” I nod my head, fascinated that she can read me as easily as I can read her.
“Well, I wanted to tell you—,” she began to say, but who else came in, but the wicked witch herself.
“Oh, it’s you.” She glares up at me and I cringe away. Her laugh pierces through the auditorium, echoing off the walls. “Rosalie, where were you this morning? I was going to go get some Starbucks with you since yesterday that terrible accident happened. Wasted my good coffee.” Lee said, paying no attention to me.
Wasted my good shirt. I grumbled in my mind.
“I was busy. Doing something with a teacher.” Rosalie said a lame excuse.
“Oohh!! You’ll have to dish about it at lunch. You know,” her overly covered in makeup face, scowling towards me. “With all your friends.” My face burned red with anger. It wasn’t fair. Someone like her had friends, and someone like me had none. I was nicer. I was smarter. I was better! But no one would ever know that.
Lee climbs onto the stage and demands that Rosalie hooks up her I-pod. I honestly feel a little sorry for Rosalie, having to do all of Lee’s chores for her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did Lee’s homework too…
“Watch me do better than Emma, Rosie.” Lee calls from the stage. I hear Rosalie grunt in response, she obviously doesn’t want to. But does Rosalie care? Of course not.
I walk out the door before Lee starts saying trash about me. It’s better if I just don’t hear it.
“Actually, I’m gonna go with Emma.” Rosalie calls, running after me. Huh. I blink in surprise and turn around to look at Lee as her solo comes on.
She glares at me and mouths the words You’re dead.
Great. Just what I needed for today…
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
RomanceEmma is a normal fifteen year old girl with normal fifteen year old problems. She likes boys, she loves to dance, she wans to go to the parties, you know? She wants to be the popular girl. It's kinda hard when you can't talk.
