TITLE (EDIT) From The Bottom Of My Heart: Please Don't Let Me Fall Off The Stage
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Trinity Macneill starts high school an a new town and is completely lost. Making friends turns out to not be as easy as she was hoping. When the school talent show comes up, she thinks it's her chance to turn the school's idea of her around. [742 words]
From The Bottom Of My Heart: Please Don't Let Me Fall Off The Stage Ashleigh E Rolen
Chapter 1
“Mom, remind me again why we had to move here” Trinity MacNeill, a tall girl with black, waist length hair, asked her mother as they unpacked. The MacNeills had moved from Pigeon Forge, Tennessee to Buffalo, New York.
“Because, your father and I found better work here than we could ever find back home.”
“You and Dad had fine jobs back home.”
“Honey, at least give it a chance before you judge it.”
“I finally get to go to high school, but do I get to spend what are supposed to be the best years of my life with my friends? No, I have to stay here with a bunch of people I don’t even know.
Her mother, Jan, finished unpacking the kitchen while Trinity stomped up to her soon-to-be bedroom, slammed the door, and picked up her guitar. She ran her fingers along the strings and pulled her pick out of the guitar case. She carefully strummed the beautiful instrument, gradually getting louder. She began to play Tomorrow by Avril Lavigne. She finally began to sing along:
“And I wanna believe you,
when you tell me that it’ll be okay.
And I try to believe you,
but I don’t”
She stopped and laid her guitar down next to her on the floor. She walked over to the cardboard boxes sitting next to her closet. She began hanging up clothes. With each article of clothing she pulled out, she found something about it that reminded her of home and her friends. After about her fifth flashback, she began to cry. She kicked the wall hard enough to hear a loud THUD, but soft enough not to kick a hole in the wall. She lied down on her bed and finally cried herself to sleep.
Chapter 2
“First day of school for all kids and teens today” the radio said as Trinity hit the snooze button. She sleepily made her way downstairs to the kitchen where her mother was cooking breakfast.
“Do I really have to go to school toady, Mom? I really don’t feel good.” she lied.
“Let me feel your forehead. You don’t feel warm. Go back upstairs and get dressed and ready for school.”
Trinity went upstairs and got ready as she was told. “I’m gonna like it here. Yeah, right” she said in self doubt.
* * * *
When she got to school she saw friends reuniting. She wished she were home doing the same.
“Hey! You’re Trinity MacNeill, right?” a tall guy with shagged, reddish-brown hair asked. He had three piercings: One in his left ear, one in the middle of his nose, and one in the corner of his bottom lip.
“Uh, yeah” she said, kind of freaked out by his appearance.
“Hi” he continued, “ I’m the school freak, a.k.a. River. I’ll be your tour guide for the day.”
As they walked down the hall, River pointed to a group of people standing by some lockers.
"They would be they jocks and cheerleaders. Your typical beautiful people. They think they are beautiful anyway. Personally, I’ve seen cows better looking than them.”
When Trinity looked over at them, a middle finger met her gaze.
“Well, that’s one way to start off the day” Trinity said, accidentally aloud.
“What was that?” River asked.
“Oh, that football player just shot me a bird, that’s all.”
“That’s normal” River stopped midstep, tapped the football player on the shoulder, and shoved his middle finger in front of his face. Trinity, shocked by River’s actions, just kept following him.
“Now, on your right are the wannabe freaks. They envy me” River chuckled. “You may think you see another freak, but the truth is, there is only one true freak around here and that would be me.”
“You’re proud of being the school freak, aren’t you?”
“Who wouldn’t be? Our next stop is the Perfects. Usually, they are the teacher’s pets with straight A’s. Their leader’s name is Rachel I think. But, everyone around here just calls her Boss. Or that’s what the nice ones call her. I won’t say what I call her.” As he talked about “Boss” he pointed to a semi tall, long haired, blonde. “She is also your typical Barbie” River added.
“You’re not bad, River. Not bad at all.”
To be continued...
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