Welcome to my life-- A story
Four kids with four very different lifes. But after one death, read about how all these lives become one.
Gwendyln Kynterson- "the popular one"
Alicia Goldsmith- "the loner"
Rex Lane- "the bad boy"
Harold Oferinellis- "the fat kid"
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Are you desperate to find something more before your life is over?
â€œGwen?â€ Harold looked at her questioningly. â€œWhy do you have your hood on?â€
â€œBetter question,â€ Rex began, â€œWhy are you sitting at our table?â€
â€œNever mind those two things. I have found it.â€ Harold was now officially confused. What was she talking about? She sighed in annoyance and began to explain. â€œI found our last band member.â€
â€œWho is it?â€ Gwen leaned back in her chair and began scratching the surface of the table.
â€œThatâ€™s the problem. I donâ€™t know.â€
â€œBecause this makes senseâ€¦â€ Rex sassed. Gwenâ€™s glare cut at Rex. All he did in response was smirk.
â€œI was using the bathroom when I heard someone come in. Then this girl started to quietly sing. Her voice was sweet and sultry, but that wasnâ€™t what caught my attention. The emotion she sang with broke my heart because her voice made the song meaningful. She left before I could see her, but we need her to be in our group. She will win the hearts of the judges in that competition. She will help us become something important.â€ Harold sat there thinking about this. The girl could be anyone. He didnâ€™t get along with just anyone. What if the girl turned out to be rude and mean? After all, they are now the outcasts. Why would she want to join them?
â€œIf she is as amazing as you sayâ€¦â€ Rex began.
â€œThen we need to find her. Who knows? Maybe we can make a difference in this world.â€
â€œNo,â€ Harold first said quietly. He looked at his tray, but could felt their stares on him. â€œYou guys donâ€™t get it. We can never make a difference in the world. We are just high school students that canâ€™t fit in anywhere else, so we made our own band. Just one stupid performance wonâ€™t make our world change. We are not special and the sooner you guys accept that, the better.â€ In the corner of Haroldâ€™s eyes, he saw Alicia sit down. She scanned their faces.
â€œDid I miss something?"