Logging out.

The time has come for me to log out again. 

I still have lots of matters to attend to.

- Band Practice. Yes, I am a part of a band. A back-up vocal. :D

- Fix my school stuff. I’ll be going to school starting tomorrow and I am nervous!

- Write my stories. Urgh. Lots of ideas swarming in my noggin and I don’t know how to manage them if I didn’t write them down.

- Read Breaking Dawn. Again. After seeing the movie, I was tempted by the idea of reliving the vampiric moments I have shared with Bella while reading BD. I have a question, can anyone turn me? 

- Watch the rented movies. Gaah. I knew renting movies was a bad idea. I can’t finish them all in one night. Especially when I am a very busy person.

- Play DS. It has always become part of my daily evening routine before I go to sleep.

AHH. Now I can understand the whole concept of the movie In Time. I am now experiencing time shortage. I am running out of precious time!

So this is where this will end.

No more waiting for… Never mind. :D

Have a good night everyone. Chocolate dreams. :D

~ By the guy who definitely kept lying to himself that he has moved on which isn’t totally true.

Monsterized. :D

What will you do when the person who inspires you surprisingly talked to you when you least expected it?

Well, I’d be jumping around the room with extreme ecstasy and of course, answer back in a smart way that will become a good start of a fun conversation.

There’s only one problem. 

I can’t seem to do anything except just to stupidly reply with stupid words in a super stupidly way. GAAH. I hate myself. I always utter incomprehensible words that I myself never understood when I catch a glimpse of those amazing eyes. My mind goes blank except for those chocolate-colored irises that does nothing besides making my heart race and rendering the Broca’s Area of my brain useless or in most cases, make my mouth speak dumb words. 

I just wish I can act normally and function properly whenever I see those deep, brown eyes. And those pearly-whites. And those… okay I’ll stop. :D

Causing my day to become a tad bit worse are the insensitive comments of some people regarding my school issues. But I consider it forgotten. Especially when I remembered that heart-racing moment that will eternally be burned in my memory. Just by thinking about it makes me smile a bit, okay not a bit, makes me smile so wide it might cause my mouth to rip open.

Now I know what to do when I feel down and lonely. 

Think about that someone and be energized with minimal effort and with no charges. xD HAHAHA. 

I guess I just have to relax and be myself whenever that someone is around, but I can’t help but be MONSTERized with just a stare and a smile. 

~ By the guy whose heart was never returned to him by a peculiar and SMILING Monster.

A new place to pour my HEART out.

I got tired of putting all my thoughts in a form of a Note in Facebook. Nobody even bothers to read it unless you tagged them. Well, I was looking for something where I can pour my heart out and have it featured on my very own profile. And here it is: Tumblr. 

I am still new to this stuff but I know I just need a little getting used to. Wait, I do feel this way every time I come across something new so I probably be able to be used to this in a small period of time. I mean, I’m not a blogger. But my friends told me that all the Notes I published in Facebook were cool. So I got inspired to write more. Unfortunately, the person I wanted to read them didn’t even bother to click that small link leading to my Public Journal or Diary or whatever you call it. I really felt that it was a waste of time poking my keyboard.

Oh well, I guess I just have to find a better audience.

Skyscrapers: The First Note

A/N: This is a new story I’ve been thinking about. A story much like Glee. It’s about a group of underdogs trying to find their place in one hell of a school. A lot of drama, humor and SINGING. :D

Summary: An unlikely group of misunderstood teens found platonic friendship with each other. Housed in different cliques, they struggle to set aside their differences and unite to take down the infamous drama-club and performer clique of their school, the Supernovas.

Skyscrapers: The First Note Chapter 1: First Days Are the Best

A very significant day in the heart of every student. The day they would likely be meeting their BFFs, their soul mates, their sworn enemies. The day when they will be seeing old friends, old faces. The day they would either cherish as years go by or hate for the rest of their lives. Surely, there are many of those who are fond of their first-day-of-school memories. And for a rare chance, every first day in Melody Skyward High School is something surely to be remembered for as long as the students lived.

“Name,” the plump lady in the grey office attire spoke, not even bothering to look up the boy in front of her. The voice she spoke with was reeking of obvious boredom, as if she has been doing that job for years. She had brown hair with thin lines of white. The gold plate just above her breast pocket said “Mildred Hollis”. She adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and now looked at the boy, she repeated.

“Name.” speaking again in monotone as if she wasn’t asking a question.

“M-Martin Mitchell Montgomery, M-Ma’am.” The boy anxiously spoke. His brownish-black hair messy, but it looked good and natural. His body isn’t something you’d call lean but also not you’d call fat. The boy had a slightly darker skin tone than most of the students. His eyes were, at first, pure ebony but on further inspection, reveals a dark chocolate hue which seems to give away his nervousness despite his pathetic attempts to hide it because he can’t look directly at the lady in front of him.

“Call me Miss Hollis,” and gave a fake smile and frowning back when she rummaged through her files to look for a certain piece of paper. Noises getting louder as more and more students huddled over to the lines to get their schedules and most importantly, knowing their respective houses or cliques.

It has been a tradition, since from the foundation of the school, that the students be separated and grouped into different cliques in order to develop the skills they were good at. It was the school’s weapon for honing rare talents and incredible abilities that eventually gave name for the said school. Though its main focus was on the Supernovas. The clique where the talented belong, where the drama queens reign and were the star-performers start in their shining careers. All the school’s funds and energy were being focused on their clique, earning honor and glory in return. As show choirs became such a trend, especially after the Supernovas were invited to perform at the Mayor’s birthday, it has encouraged many schools in their city and nearby places to form their own show choirs and glee clubs to pit against different school all over the country. Very much like the Olympics. But instead of various sports, the schools battle with heart-stopping performances and breath-taking numbers. And as a freshman, it is the most amazing thing to happen if you were placed in the House of the Stars which makes you unpopular and your life a living hell if you happen to be placed on other houses.

When the Supernovas rule the school, their runner-ups were the Diamondheads, the home of the rich and preppy, and the Megaminds, the base of the intelligence and wisdom. Coming next are the Spiritplayers, the house of athletes. And surely, the last weakest houses were the Goldenhearts and the Lonewolves, where the kind-hearted, useless, weirdos, losers, loners and the poor dwell. There are similarities with the two of them but the difference was the Lonewolves’ artistic side with it being absent in the Goldenhearts. And it is such a shame, for the students, to be placed in either of the two weakest houses. It was like suicide for the moment you step inside the school, your life suddenly falls apart.

“Congratulations, dear, you are now an official Lonewolf.” her monotone voice didn’t even bother to climb a note higher. And Martin Mitchell Montgomery’s life fell apart.

“Lo-lone… w-wolf?” Martin stuttered under his breath as he turns away from the table Miss Hollis was sitting to the glistening fountain that also became the school’s trademark for its grandiosity and its size. A girl, about the same age as Martin was following him through her gaze. Suddenly confused as to why the boy had acted like he was told that his dog has just died.

“Name,” Miss Hollis called again.

“Lilith Anne Lawrence.” Miss Hollis’ eyes grew wide.

“A Lawrence? Well, you had come to the right table.” and suddenly she stood from her chair and opened a safe which housed a specific set of files with the name “Lawrence” written on the sides.

“Here’s your schedule my dear.” Martin, who was sitting on the fountain in front of the school entrance, looked up at her sudden change in speaking. Her voice sounded less bored and more welcoming as the girl spoke her last name.

“Congratulations, another Lawrence has earned a place in the prestigious house of the Megaminds.” Lilith, Lily for short, faked a smile and took her schedule and turned away quickly. As Martin had been expecting, Miss Hollis sat back on her creaking office chair and looked bored again as the another student, who apparently look overly enthusiastic followed Lily.

“Hi, I’m…”

“Name,” She was cut off by the monotone voice of Miss Hollis. Martin looked at his schedule. But what he was seeing won’t even register on his mind. Lonewolf, lonewolf, lonewolf. He has been repeating it for ages. He clutched his cerulean-colored sling bag and opened it, took out a purple notebook and started scribbling.

“Diary?” Lily spoke as she sat beside Martin. Her long black hair being pulled into a ponytail.

“N-n-no.” Martin quietly answered.

“Why so nervous? It’s not like you’re gonna be killed for being a Lonewolf or anything.”

“So easy for you to say, you’re a Megamind. And a Lawrence!” Martin squeaked. Gesturing her as he said the word “Lawrence”.

“It doesn’t matter…” Lily answered. Feeling quite offended for being pointed out as a Lawrence, which is obviously not offensive but flattering for most members of the Lawrence family except her, she stood, planning to sit on a more appropriate spot with appropriate people.

“Martin.”

“What?”

“My name’s Martin. Martin Mitchell Montgomery.” He stood and stretched out his hand. Lily hesitated for a moment, thinking if it would be a good idea to shake the boy’s shaking hands.

“Lily. Lilith Anne-“

“Lawrence.” Martin finished for her. Instead of walking away, she sat back to where she was sitting moments ago. Not knowing how to break the ice, Martin just continued scribbling on his purple notebook, which he had made months ago when he was in his last year in grade school. As Lily was about to speak, a familiar ringtone was heard. Quickly, Martin opened his gray Converse bag and looked for the annoying ringing device.

“Martin. Can you believe it? I’m a Spiritplayer!” the voice on the other end squeaked.

“That’s great Christine. I’m happy for you.” He replied, nervousness strangely gone for a moment and being replaced by something familiar to Lily’s ears.

Irritation? She thought. But instead of dwelling on it, she looked up to see a noisy group of gorgeously dressed girls come towards the school entrance.

“You should be. Well, gotta go. Busy people like me don’t like to waste time.”

Then she hung up. Self-centered, arrogant brat! Martin thought the moment she hung up on him. She didn’t even bothered asking where I was put, not that I’m proud of it though.

At a distance away from Martin and Lily came Alyssa Marie Silverstone. The daughter of the supervisor of the pristine and luxurious Silverstone Suites. It was clear without even thinking hard that she would be placed in the Diamondheads. She sure was deserving to be put there. She flipped her shiny, sleek, shoulder-length black hair. Clutching her white LV bag, she strutted in front of Martin and Lily not even sparing them a glance. Students who formed a line to get their schedules turned their heads and suddenly scattered away to give Alyssa priority. No one dared to protest. Everybody knows the consequences of standing up against a Silverstone, even if you’re right.

“Alyssa Marie Silverstone.” Her voice an obvious alto. Miss Hollis quickly rummaged through stacks and stacks of files and gave her the schedule she was given.

“Congratulations, you’re a-”

“Diamondhead, I know that. Thanks Miss-?”

“Hollis. Miss Mildred Hollis.” Even she sounded nervous with the Silverstone’s presence. Alyssa smiled and gracefully turned away and walked towards the noisy group of Diamondheads Lily has been looking at earlier. The ladies, known as Hilary Wellington, Amelia Hudson, Marissa Montes, Chloe Vanderwaal and their Queen Bee, Delancy Diamonds, laughed and went away at the sight of Alyssa coming to where they were standing as if the girl had a weird, contagious disease. Not again. Alyssa thought. Instead of continuing walking, she turned around and sat on the other side of the fountain opposite to where Martin and Lily was sitting. She frowned at the idea of the girls, known as the White Swans, avoiding her for years since grade school. The school jocks, known as the Spiritplayers, even had the confidence to snicker at the scene that unfolded before them. Alyssa gave them a stare and they all scampered away.

Martin and Lily exchanged glances with each other. The boy, being quite the loner, didn’t have anything to say to Lily.

“I think I should go.” Lily started after noticing Martin’s uneasiness. It wasn’t like Martin didn’t like her company, he just didn’t know how to deal with it. Martin didn’t protest at her sudden decision and just nodded jerkily. Lily walked away and didn’t look back at him. He decided it was nice to listen to some music as he himself stood to look for his room for first period. Music has become his escape from the reality of the world around him. It was the only time where he would feel powerful and free, unlike what he was currently and always been feeling. He put his notebook back to his bag and slowly walked towards the school entrance and placed his earphones to his ears. After hearing the first few notes of the song he was listening, his mind suddenly became clear. It cleared of every problem he had. It made him forget that he was now a Lonewolf. “English.” He spoke after his mind finally registered what was written in his class schedule. I never asked what her first period was. He then regretted not talking to Lily. After he met Lily, he felt a bond that tied them together. Not romantically though, it was more of a platonic friendship. Like he had met her before. Like talking to her was easier than talking to Christine whom he had met years ago.

He finally saw his room for first period the moment the song in his ears ended. He removed the earphones from his ears and sat on the second row. He didn’t glance at other students. He just sat on his seat and looked straight on the blackboard. A girl sat beside him. He still didn’t look. Then the teacher came inside.

“I am Miss Eve Wells, your English teacher for the whole year.” She was tall and had glasses over her nose. She wasn’t dressed as a teacher and she clearly had some fashion sense. She wore a red top and a long maroon crocheted vest. And she wore black boot-cut jeans for her bottoms with matching boots to finish off her entire ensemble. The girl who sat beside Martin seemed spacey. She was just doodling on her sketchpad since she sat, not that Martin really cared.

“For today’s activity, I want you to go here in the front and introduce yourself. After that, you should sing or dance or act, and failure to do so will result in a punishment. And that punishment is to recite the Parts of Speech and its functions and to give examples for each.” Everybody groaned at the last statement. It seemed that no one has any means of escaping the humiliation they will be getting by singing, dancing or acting in front of the whole class.

Everyone knew that if you’re not a Supernova, you are likely called talent-less. Not that Martin was talent-less. He sang. At home. Where no one can hear. It was new to him to sing in front of a class much more a Melody Skyward high School class. And also not that Martin considered the punishment a punishment. He knew the Parts of Speech by heart. He was an ace in English. Only in English sadly. He wanted so bad to sing though. He has been practicing this piece for weeks. The problem is, would he be able to nail it?

“Okay. Let’s start from the back of the class. Will you please stand, Miss-?” Miss Eve started.

“Miss Lawrence.” Martin’s head turned back and saw Lily sitting at the back of the room. She stood. Not even the slightest nervousness in her eyes. Every eye followed as she walked through the class. Her clothes were not you’d actually call old but they do look old for her age. She wore a green blouse and a cream-colored scarf covering her thin neck. She wore pedal pants, and white tennis shoes. Honestly, Martin thought she was a walking disaster. He just didn’t had the chance to inspect her clothing earlier for his mind was clearly fogged by the word Lonewolf. Her ponytail didn’t even show the shine every girl’s hair should possess. It was like, she didn’t care much about how she looked outside. But for being a Megamind, Martin thought, she must be very smart.

“My name is Lilith Anne Lawrence.” She started, intelligence present in her voice.

“Age? Birthday?” Miss Eve asked enthusiastically as she moved towards the side of the room crossing her arms around her body.

“I’m 15. I’ll be 16 this September 23.” She answered quickly. As if she didn’t have to think about her answer. Confidence can also be felt through her brief words.

“So what will you do? Will you be singing?” the teacher asked. Gesturing toward her.

“I’ll be reciting the Parts of Speech, its functions and give examples that will satisfy the minds of every student inside this very room.” Every eyes grew wide. Except for Miss Eve’s.

“Oh, I see. You must be a-”

“Megamind.” She finished Miss Eve’s sentence herself. She started reciting the whole lesson we would be covering for the first week of school. After she was done, Miss Eve walked to the middle of the room.

“Well, that was… satisfying. As Miss Lawrence had described herself. And Oh, please do tell us where house you belong.” She happily said and gave the students a happy face. Oh, please. Not the happy face. Martin complained in his mind. Student after student went to the front and gave introductions. Time betrayed Martin, running slowly and slowly and it was boring him. It was still long after he had to talk in front. Then a familiar voice made him look up.

“My name’s Alyssa Marie Silverstone.” Alyssa started. Wearing a white sleeveless top and a white blazer embedded with gold buttons and spikes. Classy. Martin thought. She also flaunted her denim boot-cut jeans and white 4-inch boots also with gold buttons and zippers. Clearly, she was equipped with designer clothing. The girls in the room giggle at the sight of her expensive clothes.

“I was born February 17, 1995.” She continued.

“What will you be doing?”

“I’m gonna sing, though I am not a Supernova. I am a Diamondhead.” She finished.

“Okay. Let’s hear what you got.”

“Wait a sec.” She rummaged through her white LV for her MacBook. She opened the laptop and played an instrumental of a familiar Paramore song.

“You were my conscience, so solid now you’re like water.” She started. Everybody gasped. No one had the guts to sing except her. All the other talents that were shown were dancing and acting and you can never really tell that they did a good job at it. Some just accepted the punishment, though only the Megaminds were the ones who did that. Martin thought that if he would accept the punishment, it would be like being a Megamind without actually being one. A great ego-booster for he was a Lonewolf and he wouldn’t have known that piece of knowledge, but he did because he was good at English. But if he sang, it might be his ticket to the famed Supernovas. So he has decided.

“Well, now that you’re gone, the world is ours.” He didn’t notice that Alyssa just finished. He had been battling in his mind about singing or reciting the whole time Alyssa sang. The room exploded with applause for it was the first time they had actually heard a great performance from a Diamondhead. A sound of disbelief and jealousy was heard from Veronica Hale. One of the Supernovas. Still not being called, Veronica stood and poised to sing in front of the classroom.

“Umm, dear, it’s still not your turn.” Miss Eve spoke. Clearly taken aback by the girl’s arrogant gesture.

“I am Veronica Hale. I am a Supernova. Born on the last day of January.” Ignoring Miss Eve’s words. The teacher just stayed silent and let her bragging pass.

“Umm, Miss Silverstone. Do you have the instrumentals for Alicia Keys’ If I Ain’t Got You?” She faked a smile and sarcastically asked Alyssa.

“Yes, I ha-”

“Then play it for me.” She snapped. Miss Eve’s eyes grew wide this time, though not being obvious for she had glasses over her eyes. Alyssa, obviously irritated, controlled herself and obliged to Veronica’s wishes. Even defeating her at the Being-An-Arrogant-Spoiled-Brat award. After she sang, everybody gave their applauses despite not wanting to. Now, every student had the arrogant impression on Veronica and on the rest of the Supernovas because of the brat’s doing. But you can’t deny that Veronica had the range, the power to sing an Alicia Keys song. She was good. Good enough to be a Supernova.

“Now, please make sure it’s your turn before you stand in front. It’s rude.” Miss Eve’s eyes fell in Veronica who gave a that-can’t-be-me look.

“Next.” Miss Eve gestured. A lanky boy stood. He was the one who was supposed to speak after Alyssa but Veronica rudely beat him to it. He wore normal clothing. A blue shirt and denim jeans and rubber shoes.

“I’m Kenneth John Hilton. I am 15 and I was born on February 3. I am a Spiritplayer.”

To be continued on Chapter 2: The Bad Half of First Days