What Goes Around Comes Back Around
Can't believe it's ending this way
*Past*
Monday, of all schooldays I hated Monday the most, especially this particular Monday too. I walked into the school building and received sympathetic or some disgusted looks from the people I passed. I was the sad little girl who got cheated on; at least rumour has it…
My eyes were bloodshot red and the bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep were showing. I had tried my best to cover the traces with make-up, but it was useless. I felt my eyes started to sting again and I rushed towards the toilets, locking myself in a cubicle and started sobbing.
I could hear some girls talk about me, saying stuff like “she didn’t want to sleep with him”, “she tried to kill herself, because he cheated on her”, “she was too clingy for him”. you name it and it was said, I didn’t care right now, I had my own battles to fight.
My best friend for three years, he knew my darkest secrets and he decided to sleep around with one of the biggest bitches in school, behind my back. All that was left now was a bunch of lies, all and only lies. I hated being here today, I just wanted to be home and lie in bed all day and cry. How could he do this too me?
We had been dating for past year and I must say it has been a good year. We were different from everyone else, weren’t much of the sporting types, more like the musician types. Playing guitar, singing songs and enjoying life. Until this happened, he had called me when he had seen it and begged and pleaded telling me it wasn’t true. Though the pictures were quite convincing to me and now I had to face the cruel world out there with all the rumours and spread lies.
As soon as the coast was clear I got out of the cubicle and looked into the mirror, wanting to smash it to pieces. Instead I fixed myself and grabbed my make-up bag out of my bag. I applied some more to my face, before looking at myself again, letting out a deep sigh and thinking “Luke Hemmings I dislike you very much right now”.
*Present*
I was a drop out of school, deciding that I had other goals in life. Let me tell you, I have been doing pretty well for myself. I have been involved in the music business for a few years now. I have found my three best friends in this business and we do some songwriting for artists and bands.
I was lazily slumped into the seat with my guitar on my lap. I strummed a lazy tune on it, when I heard a loud screech from inside. I jumped up to my feet, holding my guitar as I practically ran inside. Only to find my best friend and songwriting sidekick jumping up and down and screaming happily.
‘what is wrong with you?’ I asked confused, placing the guitar down in its stand.
‘it’s….just…AAAAAHHHHH’ she squealed happily, grabbing my wrists, making me jump along. When all of a sudden she stopped and pouted ‘I broke my fingernail’
‘you’ll be fine…just pop on a new one and you will survive’ I rolled my eyes ‘just spill the beans’
‘you know who John Feldmann is right?’
‘like the ultimate musician, producer and songwriting punk, pop and rock guru…yeah I know who he is’ I nodded ‘what about him?’
‘I just got off the phone with his person, he needs new and fresh tunes for this band…I can’t remember which one it is, because I was so freaking exciting about the fact we are even considered’ she babbled on ‘they sounded like a summer kind of festival or something….anyway…he wants to know if we are interested in working with this band?’
‘is that all you know?’
‘kind of, I was too excited okay’ she sounded a little apologetic ‘if we do want to do this, I will have to get back on the phone to arrange a meeting and discuss adult stuff, which is the most boring part of all’ Rose said, picking at her broken nail,
‘why not do it? If we get paid to do it like any other job, I’m all for it’ I nodded, making Rose squeal as she got back on the phone.
Monday, of all schooldays I hated Monday the most, especially this particular Monday too. I walked into the school building and received sympathetic or some disgusted looks from the people I passed. I was the sad little girl who got cheated on; at least rumour has it…
My eyes were bloodshot red and the bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep were showing. I had tried my best to cover the traces with make-up, but it was useless. I felt my eyes started to sting again and I rushed towards the toilets, locking myself in a cubicle and started sobbing.
I could hear some girls talk about me, saying stuff like “she didn’t want to sleep with him”, “she tried to kill herself, because he cheated on her”, “she was too clingy for him”. you name it and it was said, I didn’t care right now, I had my own battles to fight.
My best friend for three years, he knew my darkest secrets and he decided to sleep around with one of the biggest bitches in school, behind my back. All that was left now was a bunch of lies, all and only lies. I hated being here today, I just wanted to be home and lie in bed all day and cry. How could he do this too me?
We had been dating for past year and I must say it has been a good year. We were different from everyone else, weren’t much of the sporting types, more like the musician types. Playing guitar, singing songs and enjoying life. Until this happened, he had called me when he had seen it and begged and pleaded telling me it wasn’t true. Though the pictures were quite convincing to me and now I had to face the cruel world out there with all the rumours and spread lies.
As soon as the coast was clear I got out of the cubicle and looked into the mirror, wanting to smash it to pieces. Instead I fixed myself and grabbed my make-up bag out of my bag. I applied some more to my face, before looking at myself again, letting out a deep sigh and thinking “Luke Hemmings I dislike you very much right now”.
*Present*
I was a drop out of school, deciding that I had other goals in life. Let me tell you, I have been doing pretty well for myself. I have been involved in the music business for a few years now. I have found my three best friends in this business and we do some songwriting for artists and bands.
I was lazily slumped into the seat with my guitar on my lap. I strummed a lazy tune on it, when I heard a loud screech from inside. I jumped up to my feet, holding my guitar as I practically ran inside. Only to find my best friend and songwriting sidekick jumping up and down and screaming happily.
‘what is wrong with you?’ I asked confused, placing the guitar down in its stand.
‘it’s….just…AAAAAHHHHH’ she squealed happily, grabbing my wrists, making me jump along. When all of a sudden she stopped and pouted ‘I broke my fingernail’
‘you’ll be fine…just pop on a new one and you will survive’ I rolled my eyes ‘just spill the beans’
‘you know who John Feldmann is right?’
‘like the ultimate musician, producer and songwriting punk, pop and rock guru…yeah I know who he is’ I nodded ‘what about him?’
‘I just got off the phone with his person, he needs new and fresh tunes for this band…I can’t remember which one it is, because I was so freaking exciting about the fact we are even considered’ she babbled on ‘they sounded like a summer kind of festival or something….anyway…he wants to know if we are interested in working with this band?’
‘is that all you know?’
‘kind of, I was too excited okay’ she sounded a little apologetic ‘if we do want to do this, I will have to get back on the phone to arrange a meeting and discuss adult stuff, which is the most boring part of all’ Rose said, picking at her broken nail,
‘why not do it? If we get paid to do it like any other job, I’m all for it’ I nodded, making Rose squeal as she got back on the phone.
Notes
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12/31/16