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Two months later
Stevie is sitting in the middle of the room, red blood dripping from her wrist to the floor. She wiped a tear from her eye and sighed. It was stupid to believe that Zander would stay her friend when he could have prettier friends than her. She knows that with him dating Kacey, Molly would find a way to make them Perfs and leave her behind.
She wiped a tear and stood up. She grabbed her bag and headed down stairs. Her dad wasn't here and she took that to her advantage. She walked to the front door and walked outside.
The day was cold and gray, but Stevie didn't care. They were her favorite days. When the rain came crashing down hard and the wind picked up speed and blew the cold air over her. It was like a reality check to her.
After Kacey found out what Stevie made Zander do, she kicked Stevie out of the band. She said she didn't want Stevie near her boyfriend anymore. It hurt Stevie a lot, like someone reached into her chest and ripped out her heart. She's lost everything and the last thing that she had to hold onto was snatched out of her hands by Kacey Simon.
Stevie's POV
It's been two months since I was kicked out of Gravity Five. It's hard not having friends when your home life is a complete disaster. My dad has been more and more brutal when it comes to hitting me, but I don't care anymore. I just miss my friends.
I get up from my seat on the floor. It's funny that I thought that Zander was going to ask me out one day. I mean, why would he ask me out. It's just stupid to think that.
It's been pretty hard going to school everyday. Mostly because Kacey would look at me and give a rude sarcastic comment. I also have to deal with the Perfs. They are worse now that I don't have my friends with me.
I pick up my guitar and my songbook and head outside. My dad is on a "trip" somewhere so I have the house to myself for a little. When I get to the park I sit down.
The park is quiet with a few kids here and there. It's January, so it's cold and no one wants their kids to be sick. I see a little girl in combat boots and pigtails playing with a boy that has a flannel shirt on. It reminded me of Zander and me when we were younger. We would come to the park all the time and play and have fun. I shake my head and open my songbook. I open to a page that has a song that I've been working on. I breathe in and then I start to play my guitar.
You don't know my name
you don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
The things that you say
You may think I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
If you could read my mind
You might see more of me than meets the eye
And you've been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You've never given me a chance
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
Well, I'm tired of staying at home
I'm bored and all alone
I'm sick of wasting all my time
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
I strum the last note and look down. I feel my eyes water, but I feel so much better.
"Wow, that was amazing," a voice says. I look up and see a girl around my age with black curly hair and tan skin. She has big brown eyes and is the same height as me.
"Uh, thanks," I say. She smiles and sits next to me. She has on a black tank top, shorts, knee high black socks and beat up converse. Her arms are filled with bracelets and her hands are filled with rings.
"I really did like it. I'm Moxie," the girl says.
I smile, "I'm Stevie."
"Well it's nice to meet you Stevie," she says.
"Nice to meet you too," I say, "Are you from around here?"
Moxie nods, "I just moved here from Oregon."
"Oh. So what are you doing at the park?" I ask.
She smiles and says, "I brought my little sister to play at the playground."
"Oh," I say.
"Yeah, my twin sister would have come, but she's been trying to get her room just right," Moxie says.
"Cool, whats her name?" I ask.
"Her name is Lexi," Moxie says.
"Oh, what school are you going to?" I ask, hoping that she would go to my school.
"Oh, uh Brewster High School," she says.
"I go there," I say. She has this big smile and says, "yay! Now I have a friend."
I smile, "Well I have a friend now too."
"Well I better get going. It's getting cold and I have to take my little sister home," Moxie says.
"Ok, bye," I shout after her. She looks back and waves before going over to the girl with combat boots.
I smile and think, maybe school won't be so bad after all.
Here you guys go! Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been planning my quincenera and I've been busy. I've missed all of you so so so much. I promise that I'll update at least once a week. Ok?
Love,
Alexia