Nick held his left shoulder, slouching through the halls of HMA, making his way to the usual lunch table. There he found Stella, and his two brothers. Thank god there was no Macy; he didn't want another arm to be injured, or her constant apologies. He sighed loudly as he sat down; taking Joe's other piece of his sandwich. His arm still had pain, pain that hasn't gone away ever since Macy smacked him on the arm with a baseball bat, while hyperventilating because Nick had picked up her pencil in the halls.
"Why do you keep holding your arm Nick?"Stella asked, starting a new conversation.
"Macy.""Macy? Again? Man she keeps on hurting us; we're going to be in the hospital soon." Joe criticized. "I know! We have to keep dodging her whenever she comes in the hallways!" Kevin added in.
"Oh, C'mon guys! Aren't you guys glad you have such an awesome fan? She admires you guys a lot!"Stella commented, and the boys groaned in response, while Stella rolled her eyes.
"Macy's a hyperactive, annoying, crazy, weird, fan girl freak!I wish she would just get it through her head that we don't need some stalker following us around at school! We already have enough of that outside in the real world!I wish she would just get it through her head that we don't need some stalker following us around at school! We already have enough of that outside in the real world!" Joe insulted. "Hey! That's my best friend you're talking about!"Stella defended. All the three brothers gave an innocent shrug. "Okay, maybe Macy can be a bit of a physco when she sees's you guys, become a hallway hazard, hyperactive, and sometimes annoying fan girl, but that's only because you don't know the real Macy!" She persuaded. "Well, when are we going to see the 'real Macy'? 'Cause all I see right now is the crazy fan girl Macy."Nick stated harshly.
"You guys just have to give her time! She's just adjusting, that's all!" Kevin was ready to protest, but then Stella raised her arms, surrending. "Fine! I can't change your minds, but just don't tell her about this okay?" Stella asked. They all nodded in agreement, the last thing they needed was a hysteric Macy. But where was Macy?
Oh right, the annoying, crazy fan girl was crouched on the top of the stairs, listening to every weird. Yeah, it was wrong to eavesdrop, but they were talking about her. Before, she slightly hoped that they were discussing how much of a devoted fan she was, but she was wrong, seriously wrong.
Macy thought her ears deceived her, but they were working perfectly fine at the moment. Completely shocked, Macy had enough strength to wipe the tears streaming down, hoping no one saw her. She didn't intend to hurt the 3 brothers, but it just happens. Macy hated her nerves; they would always make her excited and nervous whenever they approached. Macy had dropped her pencil, and tried to pick it up with great difficulty. She was holding a baseball bat, helping her coach move the equipment and Nick had kindly picked it up for her. His hand lingered on hers longer than necessary his eyes locked with hers, and then Macy's nerves got the best of her. She panicked, and quickly took her pencil and hand away, and accidently smacked him with her baseball bat.
As the bell rang, Macy quickly fled in the other direction, avoiding anyone's glances. For the rest of the day, she avoided everyone. Once school was over, she scurried over to softball practice, where she was until 5pm. She walked home, forcing those tears away. Her favorite band, best friend, the people she thought she knew, didn't actually like her. Words kept floating in her mind: annoying, crazy, weird, freak. Did they really think of her like that? If they thought that, everyone else does, don't they? To the students of HMA she's just a hyperactive, weird, crazy, freak, and a fan girl. They only knew her name, not her story.
After eating a very silent dinner with her mother, Macy couldn't handle the echoing insults in her head. Her mom was fast asleep at 9, and so Macy crept to her bathroom, and sat at the edge of the tub, thinking back, remembering the memories of her dead father.
Four years ago, Macy's father passed away due to a car accident. Macy loved her Dad. He was the one who chased away the monsters beneath her bed, pushed her to the sky on the swings, who she made jokes with, ate ice cream on the park benches, and so on. When Macy was 7, she had so much energy in her. Her Dad loved sports, and so she did, thanks to him. He was the one who taught Macy how to play all the sports, the one who kept pushing her to be the best. "Happy girls are the best girls." Macy whispered to herself, which her Dad told her every time. Macy was always positive; not letting any of the negative vibes gets to her. She always gave out her best, afraid of letting anyone disappointed.
When her father passed away, Macy fell into a hole of darkness, and couldn't find the light. Even though, she did become closer with her mom, she missed her Dad deeply. She was plunged into the darkness, until she discovered her favorite band, JONAS. As she listened to the songs one by one, she connected to all of them. And so, the room became brighter for her, and the grief lifted from her shoulders. But now, now, tears trickled down her cheeks, as she sobbed, wiping each tear away harshly. She wanted to make her favorite band, the band that had helped her through it all, happy. And so, Macy swore that she would calm her nerves, fan girl moments, and just be a normal girl. A girl who didn't play sports, who wasn't always happy, and well, normal. That's what they want, right? Normal girls that go to their school, and not be ambushed at school, or her the shrieking, and they definitely won't want to get injured.
"A normal girl.." she whispered to herself as more tears flooded out. And so, she spent her Friday night, crying over the harsh words, and her dead father. "I am so pathetic" murmured through all her sobs.