Can't You Hear The Beat?
By Larcy-tan
Chapter One
I slouched down in my seat, yanking my hoodie over my eyes so that I couldn’t see what was going on around me. It didn’t block out the sounds of everyone chattering and scurrying about, however. I groaned quietly, sinking deeper in my chair. My blue eyes squeezed shut and I attempted to block out the annoying voices of my classmates. But it was to no avail, since I could still hear them giggling way, without a single care in the world. Stuffing my hand into my pockets, I fumbled about for my headphones. I pulled them out and put them it. For a moment I had to open my eyes so I could scroll through my over-sized list of songs. If you listed an event, I would have a special playlist for that very occasion. That’s how much free time I spent on music. It was my only means of escape, and it was something I really enjoyed. Closing my eyes again, I shifted to a more comfortable position in my seat. Off to my own world I go again…
My name is Anastasia Adams. I’m a seventeen-year-old junior. School only began about a week ago, and I sure am fitting in! Not. I’m one of those people who doesn’t talk to anyone, but rather looks around and observes. Though, my observations are usually seen as me glaring with anger. I’m not trying to, it’s just my normal facial expression. A scowl, I suppose. I never tried to explain myself, and why I would ‘glare’ at people because I’m too shy to talk to them. Something about socializing with others makes me anxious. I’m scared to hear what they think of me, or give a bad impression. But I hear enough of bad impressions and auras now, considering I made half of junior year scared and weary of me.
Well, all except a few people. I actually managed to obtain two friends back when I was in kindergarten. And without them, I probably would still be the loneliest girl on Earth. Casper Collins and Miles Folaznhame. Everything with them would be great… If it weren’t for the fact they were so popular… You see, Casper is a boy genius. He can solve any problem with his eyes closed, aces any test you throw at him, and was able to recite over 60 digits in pi when he was only seven years old. He’s pretty cute too, so I suppose thats why most girls flock to his side whenever they get the chance.
As for Miles, he’s an amiable person. He can strike up conversation with everyone he meets. He’s super kind, and nice. His grades aren’t the best, but they’re good enough for him to be able to take part in extracurricular activities like all his sport clubs. Miles is great at football, basketball, soccer, volleyball, and any other sport you can name really. Whenever he’s in a match, he never loses. Oh, if only I could steal his skills!
But no, I simply am a person who can barely pass a ball, much less an actual test. What kept me with these geniuses is beyond me! I’m still trying to comprehend why on Earth they still like me! I usually never talk to them, but when I do, I’m usually angry because their entire fan base of girls was swarming around me, telling me to back off of ‘their’ Casper and Miles. I should be used to it by now, after over ten years with them, but each and every time it happens, I only get angrier. Which leads to me snapping, and wanting to ignore the good friends I actually managed to obtain.
They’re good people, yes, but how in the world does someone become so popular? Share your ways to success! I’m sick of being a loner in the corner of the room, only listening to music. I want something to change. But I really just am incapable of it due to my being timid around others. I act all happy and weird around my friends, but strangers? That’s another story. Miles, on the other hand, is able to- like I said earlier- strike up conversation with any one! I sound repetitive right now, yes, I know. But I’m trying to get my point across!
I feel like the only way I can truly be me, the only way I can truly express myself, is through music. Which is why I, again, spend all my free time on it. The soul reason Casper, Miles, and I became friends was because of music! I probably should have made note of this earlier, but Casper can compose a song like no other, and Miles is a brilliant pianist. And I, you ask? Well, I’m the singer. I’ve been singing since I was six, always trying to improve my voice with lessons mom would make me attend. During one of these music lessons was actually where I met Miles. But I suppose I can tell that tale later, since it really is quite the lengthy one. For now, I’ll just tell you my current story.
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped me back to reality. I pried open one eye to rest my cold stare on Miles. He stood in front of my desk, smiling like the idiot he was. I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear most of which he was saying, either because I was blocking him out or my headphones canceled out the noise. He looked at me a while, expecting a reply. His face then twisted into a frown, and he leaned towards me. Yanking the headphones from my ears, Miles huffed, “How rude!”
I shuffled in my seat, backing away from him. I turned my head in the other direction, grabbed my headphones, and stuffed them back into my pocket. “Sorry for wanting to be let alone.” My voice was a quite mutter, “And I listen to your ramblings about unnecessary things often enough.” Pursing my lips, I crossed my arms and huffed.
WILL CONTINUE CHAP. 1 WHEN GET TIME, THANKS!~
My name is Anastasia Adams. I’m a seventeen-year-old junior. School only began about a week ago, and I sure am fitting in! Not. I’m one of those people who doesn’t talk to anyone, but rather looks around and observes. Though, my observations are usually seen as me glaring with anger. I’m not trying to, it’s just my normal facial expression. A scowl, I suppose. I never tried to explain myself, and why I would ‘glare’ at people because I’m too shy to talk to them. Something about socializing with others makes me anxious. I’m scared to hear what they think of me, or give a bad impression. But I hear enough of bad impressions and auras now, considering I made half of junior year scared and weary of me.
Well, all except a few people. I actually managed to obtain two friends back when I was in kindergarten. And without them, I probably would still be the loneliest girl on Earth. Casper Collins and Miles Folaznhame. Everything with them would be great… If it weren’t for the fact they were so popular… You see, Casper is a boy genius. He can solve any problem with his eyes closed, aces any test you throw at him, and was able to recite over 60 digits in pi when he was only seven years old. He’s pretty cute too, so I suppose thats why most girls flock to his side whenever they get the chance.
As for Miles, he’s an amiable person. He can strike up conversation with everyone he meets. He’s super kind, and nice. His grades aren’t the best, but they’re good enough for him to be able to take part in extracurricular activities like all his sport clubs. Miles is great at football, basketball, soccer, volleyball, and any other sport you can name really. Whenever he’s in a match, he never loses. Oh, if only I could steal his skills!
But no, I simply am a person who can barely pass a ball, much less an actual test. What kept me with these geniuses is beyond me! I’m still trying to comprehend why on Earth they still like me! I usually never talk to them, but when I do, I’m usually angry because their entire fan base of girls was swarming around me, telling me to back off of ‘their’ Casper and Miles. I should be used to it by now, after over ten years with them, but each and every time it happens, I only get angrier. Which leads to me snapping, and wanting to ignore the good friends I actually managed to obtain.
They’re good people, yes, but how in the world does someone become so popular? Share your ways to success! I’m sick of being a loner in the corner of the room, only listening to music. I want something to change. But I really just am incapable of it due to my being timid around others. I act all happy and weird around my friends, but strangers? That’s another story. Miles, on the other hand, is able to- like I said earlier- strike up conversation with any one! I sound repetitive right now, yes, I know. But I’m trying to get my point across!
I feel like the only way I can truly be me, the only way I can truly express myself, is through music. Which is why I, again, spend all my free time on it. The soul reason Casper, Miles, and I became friends was because of music! I probably should have made note of this earlier, but Casper can compose a song like no other, and Miles is a brilliant pianist. And I, you ask? Well, I’m the singer. I’ve been singing since I was six, always trying to improve my voice with lessons mom would make me attend. During one of these music lessons was actually where I met Miles. But I suppose I can tell that tale later, since it really is quite the lengthy one. For now, I’ll just tell you my current story.
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped me back to reality. I pried open one eye to rest my cold stare on Miles. He stood in front of my desk, smiling like the idiot he was. I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear most of which he was saying, either because I was blocking him out or my headphones canceled out the noise. He looked at me a while, expecting a reply. His face then twisted into a frown, and he leaned towards me. Yanking the headphones from my ears, Miles huffed, “How rude!”
I shuffled in my seat, backing away from him. I turned my head in the other direction, grabbed my headphones, and stuffed them back into my pocket. “Sorry for wanting to be let alone.” My voice was a quite mutter, “And I listen to your ramblings about unnecessary things often enough.” Pursing my lips, I crossed my arms and huffed.
WILL CONTINUE CHAP. 1 WHEN GET TIME, THANKS!~
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