rhythm of a star: I

since my random drabbles have been on quite a toll, i've decided that i'd post my recent literary arts short story for you all to enjoy.  unfortunately, it's a whopping 2, 545 words long (i guess that's not neccesarily a bad thing), so i'll be putting it up piece by piece-- a chapter book kind of effect, but much, much shorter episodes (no duh).

**note**: so, in our short story assignment, we had to make up a character and create character sketches and all that delightful jazz.  as you read the story, you may or may not associate the main character with one other certain public figure in one certain television show. maybe.  it is supposed to based around that character, so don't think i tried to be immensely creative only to copy someone else's work. do not fear-- it was my intention to make my character very similar to another. now, i've gotten you all wound up to read my story.  now go ahead, young souls, go ahead!


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rhythm of a star, part one

She walks down the school hallways walks down the school hallways with such poise, her tailored skirt and brunette locks sashaying in rhythm with her leather penny loafers. Her chocolate brown eyes are fierce, full of intensity and ambition, her honey-toned hand and perfectly manicured nails meeting her silky blouse as her elbow bends, palm placed directly on her left hip. On the other hand she holds a composition notebook, a How To Make Celebrities Jealous With Your Talent book, and a pencil. She struts the hall like it’s the red carpet, confidence and pride bubbling through her slim frame as she cockily makes her way to her locker. The surrounding students roll their eyes, a group of jocks snickering as they pass her by.



“Hey smart stuff, got a mirror in that locker of yours that you sing into? Or do you not have one because even you yourself can’t bear to look at your freakishly ugly face looking back?”


She scoffs, ignoring their distasteful comment.


She mutters an “And you would know what ugly looks like with a heart like yours,” under her breath, loud enough for them to hear.


“What did you say little miss ‘I’m so good and you’re not’? Because let’s face it, I have the power to humiliate you in front of the whole school right now. We all know that I’m popular and you’re just a singing geek.”


She’s more than furious now, screaming a “Then just do it already! Do whatever you’re going to do and just get it over with!”


“Well it’s her decision, so come on guys,” the jock chuckles to his three other buddies. He picks her up by the hip and slings her over his shoulder, heading out to the school parking lot.


Oh no, she thinks, not another dumpster.


But it’s like her thoughts in her head come exactly true as the jock immediately tosses her into the food and fly infested dump, all four of them laughing their heads off.


The last thing she hears is a shouted “Have fun with that!” as they stroll back into Milton Massachusetts High School.

[TBC]