Marshy's P.O.V.
"Okay guys! Quiet down please! I have an important announcement!" Mrs. Bema called over the talking. Everyone noticed the three new students and hushed almost immediately. "Thank you! We have three new students joining the class for the remainder of the year! Okay, now pay attention. I will have them introduce themselves, same as you all." Mrs. Bema said smiling brightly. As usual, she was wearing pink and blue.
Mrs. Bema motioned for the first girl to introduce herself. "Uhm, my name's Bemafi and I'm 14. I'm also crazy smart." She said. Bemafi was wearing a coral orange shirt with black jeans and minty green Vans.
The next person was a boy. "My name's Sam." He said really quiet. "I'm 18 and I like owls. A lot." Marcy and I perked up at that. We both are closet owl obsess-ers. We figured that out last night. Anyway, Sam had an orange shirt, bright lime green jeans, and black and purple Tony Hawks.
The last person was a pretty girl. "My name's Cakeline. I'm 18 also. And I can sing. Really good." She said, as quiet as Sam. We also perked up at this. We both had bands and had decided to combine them into one. Marcelee and the Scream Kings and Queens. If she's good enough then maybe she could be a back-up singer.
"Okay, well. Cakeline, why don't you demonstrate your talent to the class?" Mrs. Bema asked. "But first let me give these two seats." She said, gesturing to Sam and Bemafi. "Okay. Bemafi, you can sit behind Bubba, the pink haired boy. And Sam, you can sit behind Fionna, the girl with the white bunny hat. Okay, Cakeline. Time for you to sing." Mrs. Bema said. I secretly was thinking that she was doing it partially to give Cakeline a hard time.
"Yes Mrs. Bema." Cakeline said quietly. "I'm going to sing a song called Invisible by Skylar Grey."
I take these pills to make me thin
I dye my hair, and cut my skin
I try everything, to make them see me
But all they see, is someone that's not me
I felt my jaw drop open. I looked around and saw that everyone one else was as awe-struck as me. She. Was. AMAZING. I had never heard ANYTHING better than it in my entire life. And I probably never would.
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Here inside, my quiet hell
You cannot hear, my cries for help
I try everything, to make them see me
But every one, sees what I can't be
She started swaying back and forth. Soon she was slowly dancing, slow enough for the beat. A beat you could hear just by listening to her angelic voice. Too bad, I thought. You kinda have to not be pure to chill with me. I'm pretty sure it's the same for Marcy, too. But I was wrong to assume that.
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Sometimes when I'm alone
I pretend that I'm a queen
It's almost believable
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
And that was it. She was amazing. She lowered her voice lower and lower, getting down to a whisper by the time she finished the last word. With her mouth still open, Mrs. Bema pointed a shaky finger towards the seat behind me. Cakeline lowered her head as if that was going to make the people stop wide-eyed staring. On the way to her desk, she dropped her scheduled. I quickly checked it with mine. She has EVERY CLASS with me. I wrote my number on it and put a note saying to text me. And that I'll show her 'round since she's new and in everyone of my classes. I then folded it into a paper airplane and flew it onto her desk. She unfolded it, confused. Then she read the writing. She sighed and put it in her bag. And then the bell rang. Well, the bell can be a curse and a blessing sometimes.
