Chapter 3

                          

After P.T it was time to go home but I was going to stay at school to six today, so I decided instead of going home sweaty like most of the guys in my class I’m going to take I shower. I got to the boys bathroom and scanned the showers and found they were in excellent shape, so I got into the one I choose and made sure no one was there, I was alone. So I undressed and turned on the shower and waited it to warm up, once the shower was hot enough for me I went under the shower of clear liquid and felt the warm water run down the length of my body. I took out my soap and shampoo from my toiletry bag and started to wash myself while I sang

Dead star shine
light up the sky
I’m all out of breath
my walls are closing in
days go by
come back to the end…

I became silent as someone walked into the bathroom

Zzzip came the sound of him pulling down his zipper. The sound came again and I heard footsteps leaving the bathroom.

No longer the lost
no longer the same
and I can see you starting to break
I’ll keep you alive
if you show me the way
forever- and ever
the scars will remain

With that I rinsed my hair and turned the knobs which turned the water off, I got dressed in clothes I brought from my house. I wore black skinny jeans, a black long-sleeved top and a black hoody with black sneakers. I repacked my bag and walked out of the bathroom, just to be interrupted by my art teacher

“Jonathan, was that you singing?” my teacher asked me

“Um… yes ma’am” I replied “why are you asking?” I also asked a question

“No it was just that you have a beautiful voice” my teacher told my

“HAHA no ma’am you the bathroom distorts your voice, so that isn’t my real singing voice, my real singing voice sucks and… I can’t sing for my life”

“No Jonathan a bathroom doesn’t distort your voice, just please try the do the talent show you’ll do well” she told me

“Well ma’am I could try but will the stage be big enough for a band because I have a band and all” I told my teacher

“You have a and, that’s perfect!” my teacher shouted

“SHHH please ma’am I don’t want everyone to know about that that” I Told my teacher

“Okay my liefie” she told me

“Thanks ma’am” I said as I turned my back to her and started to walk in the opposite direction “liefie my a*s”

As the rest of the week dragged by it was finally the weekend which I found out I’d prefer to go back to school, we went camping and I hate camping

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When the weekend ended it was Monday; the worst day of the week! We went to line up in the quad like we do every morning and we went to assembly were I would be teased by the grade nines. We walked into the hall and found the stage set up for a band “today looks like it would be good” I thought to myself. So I sat down on our seats, which mine felt a bit wobbly. Looking down at the red carpet I allowed my imagination run wild like I always do. The high school principle walked in and we all stood up to show our respect, he wore a striped blue and white top with a green tie and cream chino pants, we all sat down and I got back to imagining my alternative life, were I had lots of money and I was a celebrity.

“Good morning everyone” our principle said to us

“Good morning sir” some of us replied

“I was informed yesterday by Miss Henderson that we have a singer in the school…”

I ignored our principle and imagined things

“Please everyone give a warm hand to Jonathan Daven in grade eight”

Everyone cheered but I did not hear what the commotion was about so I came back to earth and clapped along with everyone like a sheep that I am. Everyone stopped clapping and then burst into laughter

“What’s happening, I don’t get it?” I asked the guy next to me

“You- were called- up onto the- stage” he replied between bursts of laughter

“Oh” I said as I shot bolt up and looked around as everyone looked at me while laughing; I felt the blood going to my cheeks as I blushed in shame. I started to walk toward the stage when I stopped half way there in shock when I saw my band mates walking on the stage in the black skinnies and black tops with blazers

 “Damn it!!!” I thought to myself. I walked onto the stage and was handed the microphone

“Ma’am I specifically asked not to tell everyone that whole singing incident on Wednesday” I told my teacher sounding very angry

“But you are a great singer and I thought you need to show the school you talent” she shouted from where she was, I heard her voice very faintly but I understood what she said

“I am a terrible singer” I told her and the rest of the school

“Jonathan, I asked your band members, your manager and your clothes designer to be here today so you guys can perform, so you will sing got it!” she replied to me in a bitchy attitude

“Um…. Okay so then I suppose I start” I said with a glare at Miss Henderson “The first song is um, crawl. You guys should know it by know, do you?” I asked my band mates

“Yes we do” Ben said with a huge exaggerated sigh

“One two, one two three” said the drummer while hitting his drum sticks together

The burst of sound from the amplifier was huge; you could clearly hear the guitars and the drums. Soon after the song started to play I had to sign

Shadow of a man
I am nothing less
I am holding on
Still holding on
and every now and then life begins again
I am holding on
still holding on

I’m not like you
your faceless lies
your weak dead heart
your black dead eyes

I’ll make it through, but not this time
your hope is gone and so is mine

LIVE, FIGHT
crawl back inside
SICK, BLIND
Love left behind
and I won’t live
your weak wicked lie
you pull me in, I’m one step behind

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