Here's chapter two already. If you did review then I will mention you in the next chapter.

Scaramouche's POV

I sulked as I walked past all the other Gaga girls. They made me embarrassed to be a girl. They wore such stereotypical clothing that I just wanted to throw up. And yet they all laughed at my clothing. True what I was wearing was a ripped up bed sheet over some old shorts, finished up with some black leggings and a pair of old boots I had found.

I'm not what you would call the mindless drones that the other Gaga girls are. I'm what you would call a rebel and the other girls wouldn't let me forget it. I have been called every name in the book: Freak, Loser, Ugly whatever they could think of but it never bothered me. Ok that's a bit of a lie. Of course it bothered me. All my life I've been different and had no one to share it with. Now I can't even make friends anymore. I'm such a sarcastic bitch (just using the things I've been called) that no one can stand to be around me, which is good in a way. Right now was graduation day, which meant my life was over. No Global-soft corporation was going to hire someone as different as me. But I would do the same as I always did I would hold up my head with pride. Right now I'm walking down the corridors, humming something to myself. Soon I couldn't restrict it to just a hum anymore, it was to good. I threw my bag down and started to sing as I emerged outside the school.

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free

I was cut off from my song by a sharp whistle.

"Check out the weirdo girls!" laughed a voice and I grimaced. Here it comes.

"Don't your mum download you anything descent to wear?" another asked. I just ignored her as I went back to my bag, fishing through it for something. When the laughter continued I spun round to face them.

"I make my own fashion statements!" I snapped at them.

"What's today's statement then? 'Oh I'm a paretic, ugly little zero'" another laughed and I glared at her.

"How are you ever going to get with one of the boys from the Boyzone dressed like a freak?" the one who whistled asked. Like I cared about that. Sure I wanted someone to love me, but not one of them.

"You are a disgrace to the Gaga girls." that tore it. I stood up and stomped over to the one that said that.

"I ain't no Gaga girl! And I ain't interested in the kind of boys you are." I defended. One, who was dressed in pink, bent down to smirk right in my face.

"You are such a sad loner." the others laughed and I really wanted to punch her, but I didn't.

"Well you should know, bitch." I snapped again. The others gasped, like it was an actual new word to them. I felt a new feeling rise within me, one so strong it had to be expressed. It was an expression of my loneliness, my longing for the love of a man.

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet (take a look at yourself)
Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry)
Lord, what you doing to me
I spent all my years to believe in you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord
Somebody (somebody), ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me somebody to love

Scaramouche (& GaGas):
I work hard (she works hard)
Every day of my life
I work till I ache in my bones

At the end (at the end of the day)
I take home my broken heart all on my own
I get down (down) on my knees (knees)
And I start to pray (praise the lord)
Till the tears run down from my eyes (oooh)
Oh somebody (somebody), ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me somebody to love

Everyday (everyday)
I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm going crazy
They say I got a lot of water on my brain
I got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah!

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat (You just keep losing and losing!)
I'm OK, I'm all right (she's ok - she's all right)
And I ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell (prison cell)
One day I'm gonna be free, Lord!

(Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love)

Find me, find me oh...

(somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody find me somebody to love)

Can anybody find me somebody to love
Somebody to love!

That felt so good. Unfortunately as soon as I finished my song I was encased in one of Killer Queens electric cages. I tried to fight against it but the pain was too much. I could hear commander Kashoggie talking to me but I ignored him.

"Don't you understand girl, the company loves you. Arrest her." he said smugly.

"Global-soft fascist pig!" I shouted at him as I was lowered into the dungeon again. This wasn't the first time I had been arrested for my behaviour but I think this could be my last time I do something like this. It was so tiring being so different. I loved being different but if it was always going to cause such heartache without somebody to fall back on...then I don't know if I can keep this up. I hope one day I will find someone like me...

There it is, hope you liked it.

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