I doodled in the margin of my empty notebook, racking brain for anything Dansan High's students would be interested in. I've been completely stumped on this report for weeks... not having the same brain as the other teenagers in the building made it hard to write something 'interesting'. I don't like working for the schools paper necessarily, I prefer to write poetry, but it isn't completely terrible either. Gives me something to do, other than mope around the house.
I looked at my doodle again, not sure what to make of it. 'Either a squirrel or airplane would fit best... should really stick to writing.' I laughed to myself.
I eventually gave up on the thought of school work, and pulled out my Ipod. Clicking through my many songs, I settled on 'Boys', by the Beatles. The Beatles were pretty good in general... or so I say in public. When I'm at home, the cute English boys are my 'One direction'. I don't talk about it, knowing 99% of people would laugh at my obsession. I don't talk much, to be honest. Sometimes I wished that I didn't care so much about what people thought of me, Who cares if they think I'm crazy? At least I would be myself. I think this all of the time, yet it seems to drain from my brain when I'm around anyone at school.
Oh, sweet high school...
My song ended then switched, and I started to dance around my room. I laughed at my attempt of Paul McCartney's voice.
"..So how could I dance with another, OOOH!, when I saw her standing there? ...Well she looked at me, and I, I could see, That before too long I'd fall in love with her... She wouldn't dance with another, OOOH!,-"
"WHEN I SAW HER STANDING THERE!!!" Jarrod, my little brother sung/screamed from behind me, terribly off key. I jumped, sending my Ipod at the wall. I muttered, running to it.
"Is Juuudith ready yet? Dinner time." Jarrod smirked playfully, then ran out of the door way.
"Mary... Call. Me. MARY." Making my way down the old creaky stairs, I made a mental note to get him back some day.
I was texting one of my friends. I knew I should have been working on a report for English Class on "Macbeth" but I didn't care. My phone vibrated and I saw that Jessica was obsessing over Harry Style's dimples again. I honestly didn't see the point of it and by it I meant the band One Direction. Mainly the comparisons to The Beatles confused me. The Beatles were, No they still are, the greatest band of all time. I would have loved to have ripped Jessica's throat for being obsessed with a band that had no musical talent. Oh sure, according to Hailey, a member brought a guitar on stage and started playing it. If they were a true band he would have at least taught the other members how to play it, like how Paul McCartney taught John Lennon to play the guitar.
I realized that I had been spacing out for five minutes so I quickly replied to Jessica "Yeah, he's so hawt that I could bake cookies on his abs. >:3" I hated myself for lying just so I could be in the popular crowd but it made me feel like I ruled Dansan High with a group of four other girls. We put other girls down but I had made myself numb from their pain. I had never felt so alone in my life. I just wished that I could get back to having someone that understood me.
I remembered 9th grade. That was the year I messed things up. My best friend was a shy girl named Judith, but like Paul McCartney she went by her middle name: Mary. We used to fangirl over the Beatles. We used to joke about musings like "If I had a time machine, I would stop them from breaking up." Back then we didn't know that we were going to have to do just that.