Teenage Dirtbag
Chapter
Four
I smiled and she did too.
“Chloe,” Cavanaugh said quietly, walking up to her.
“I don’t have the amp today can you hear
me?”
She nodded and I looked at her.
“So that’s why our teachers wear those amplifier
things,” Niall said. “Do you have trouble
hearing?”
“What?” she asked. “No, no I can hear
fine.”
I looked at her and she shrugged.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said, putting my attention back on our
teacher.
“So, for the next week I’m letting you free write.
Something fictional is preferred but if you can get a good idea
that’s not fictional, go with it. You’ll be sharing
these with your partners to get a few edits and then you’ll
hand them into me. Final draft format okay?”
We all looked at him and he shrugged.
“Don’t stare at me like a bunch of cod fish,”
he said. “Nod your heads, say yes, you know.”
We all nodded and he face palmed.
“Oh my god,” he said, walking to his computer and
working on something.
Chloe immediately started writing and I sat there, thinking.
“How do you write so fast?” I asked her.
“It’s the only thing I’m good at,” she
responded. “Besides, this world sucks. It’s much more
fun to make your own.”
“Do the other girls and guys know you write?” I
asked.
“No,” she responded. “And they’re not
going to find out. Right?”
“Right,” I said and she nodded.
“Good,” she said, going back to writing.
I looked at what she was working on and started to read it.
They don’t really know me. They don’t really know
what I can do. But, to be perfectly honest, why should they? Why
can’t I keep some things to myself? Is that wrong? I
don’t think so… but, then again, a lot of times
I’ve thought wrong.
My name is Lily and I’m what most people would call
“popular.” The problem with being
“popular” though, is that no one can know who you
really are. As a whole, I’m an average teenage girl and I
could honestly be considered a little dorky. Notice how I said
“as a whole,” though. You see, there are little bits
and parts of me that seem kind of cool. Those are the things I
let people see. People call me pretty, so I enhance that and let
people see it. People say I can sing, so I sing. People say
I’m funny, so I joke around. People pick on those who are
good at school, so I pretend I’m not. People pick on those
who have disabilities, so I hide mine behind my hair. People say
only boys can rap, so I let the boys rap. You see where I’m
going here? Who I really am as a whole isn’t what people
want me to be, so I’m simply… not.
“That’s pretty good,” I said and Chloe looked
at me.
“You can read?” she asked jokingly and I
chuckled.
“Yes I can read,” I said. “What’s it
about? Like, really and truly. What’s behind it?”
“Can I trust you?” she asked me.
“Who am I supposed to tell?” I responded.
She hesitated and then sighed.
“It’s about me,” she said
quietly.
Kaleidoscope Eyed* · 1 decade ago
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