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Mirrors on the Outside

Chapter 1

~Laura's POV~

What's the worst that could happen? I think to myself before grabbing my guitar case and locking up my apartment, on my way to my high school. Well I should say my old high school, since I graduated early this year. Luckily, they're still letting me do this talent show. No lie, I love where Mission Bay HS is, but the people usually suck. I have a few friends, but I get the feeling that they don't like me very much...

Lost in thought, it takes a while to register my creepy landlord grabbing my ass. I scowl, but quickly rearrange my face into a smile. Until I'm old enough to start working for real, I'm just going to have to deal with him so that I have a place to stay. No words are exchanged between us, there's no need for that, thankfully.

Luckily, it's a short walk to the school. On the way, my favorite park sits. There's this grand old oak that I like to sit in and play and sing when it's warm out, pretty much all the time. Even though it's 'winter' here in CA, the temperature hardly drops below 60 degreees, especially now that it's almost spring.

For me, however, the coolest thing about my school and area is that the Fuentes brothers went to my high school. According to most people, it's no big deal because they're just in a band of emo freaks like me. However, I'm more than proud of this fact. Pierce the Veil has been an amazing influence on my life.

I walk into the practice rooms and warm my voice up after tuning my guitar. For the show I'm singing one of my current favorite acoustic songs, a Sleeping With Sirens song called Roger Rabbit. It's super cool, and definitely reflects how I feel about people. I know there aren't really any people around here with the same sort of music taste though, so I'm kind of worried about what everyone will think, especially being first up.

Glancing at the time, I realize that I'm supposed to be backstage, getting ready to go on. I rush over quickly, getting a disapproving glance from the music director before getting cued to go onstage.

I smile out into the crowd, quickly finding my friends. They don't seem particularly happy, but whatever.

Strumming the first few chords, the room goes silent.

"Is there a right way for how this goes? You've got your friends and you've got your foes. They want a piece of something hot, forget your name like they forgot. Some wanna see you crash and burn, and criticize your every word. I'm trying to keep from going insane, ain't that the way of this whole dang thing. Trying to be something more. Nobody's gonna love you if you can't display a way to capture this. Nobody's gonna hold your hand and guide you through, no it's up for you to understand. Nobody's gonna feel your pain when al is done, and it's time for you to walk away. So when you have today you should say all that you have to say. Say all that-"

I'm cut off by the awful screams coming from the crowd.

"Here's what I have to say: go away you stupid bitch!"

"Yeah, just go kill yourself!"

"God, you're such a fucking loser!"

I'm taken aback. The people screaming these things are the ones I considered friends. Sobbbing, I run off stage with my guitar, straight out of the school. I'm so done. I'm so fucking done with all of this bullshit.

~Vic's POV~

"Guys, the last place I want to go is my old high school. That place was shit."

"We know, Vic. But we need to find somebody to sing on Hold On Till May for this tour, and it would be cool to find someone local. Suck it up."

"Shut up Mike, don't you remember getting booed off the stage during this very competition?"

"Oh believe me, I remember. Let's go, give some girl a chance of a lifetime."

I just sigh and grab my keys. Whatever, I guess it can't hurt. It's not a very long drive to the school, and the four of us walk in just in time to hear them introduce the first act.

"And up first, we have Laura, singing Roger Rabbit by Sleeping With Sirens."

The guys and I are taken aback, a teenager doing a SWS song? They're like our best friends. This is either gonna be complete shit, or incredible. By the looks of the girl coming out on stage, and how professionally she holds her guitar, it's gonna be really good.

Really good is an understatement. She's fucking amazing. The guys and I just look at each other and nod, as Mike smirks at me. Yeah, yeah I know. I didn't want to come, but we accomplished what we came for. What the fuck ever.

Suddenly, though, her performance comes to a halt as the students start screaming awful insults at her. She runs off stage, sobbing. It takes a moment to register, before Jaime nudges me and we follow out the door.

By the time we catch up with her, she's climbing into the big oak in the park where I used to go and think when I was upset.

"Shh," Tony says, "Let's just give her a minute to herself."

We agree, and go sit on one of the park benches. I'm still keeping a careful eye on her, however, as she pulls up her guitar and starts to play once again. I'm worried about her.

Comments

I'm crying. No joke. I'm crying. So thanks for that lol. Um how do I put this...uh oh yeah WRITE THE SEQUEL FAST!!!!!
Tayler Tayler
8/18/13
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now I'm half pissed half sad
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y u do dis
Why would you do this?! The suspense is going to kill me T.T
SailAwaySailor SailAwaySailor
8/17/13
Fuck you Craig and her parents!
Oh noooooo. Fucking hate Craig. That little shit. AND HER PARENTS LIKR DAMN FINE BE FUCKING ASSHOLES. update soon tho. ^^