Shattered Hearts

AUDITIONI noticed the whispers the moment I stepped foot inside Greenhall Academy. The halls were much more clustered today, the bright green uniform seemingly swallowing the cream walls of the school building as students huddle in individual circles.My own uniform started to feel itchy, as people merely glanced at me before returning to their conversations. I've never been a fan of attention yet I somehow always seem to attract people who love it.This school is exclusively for the rich, talented and children of famous parents. I am only here because I got a scholarship paying for my education in full.There's nothing unusual about seeing everyone so whispery, but today they also seem excited. I know it makes no sense to ask anyone in this hallway what's going on because they will not even acknowledge me. To them, I am the scum of the earth. I learned that on my very first day.I'll just have to wait until my best friend arrives and spills all the tea.Jaqueline Mayers; that's her

THE LEAK~"Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."~The words echo in my head like a mantra as I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It still feels surreal that the London Morse said that to me. I sigh as my mind runs back to what happened just two days ago.~2 days ago.....during the audition..... "Relax," Jackie mumbles as she pulls me next to her at the very back of the line. My heart is hitting my ribcage with so much force I can barely even hear her.How in the baloney does she want me to relax? I glance over at the judge's table, the fan girl in me clawing its way out as my eyes land on Crash Course Rebellion's star drummer, Brendan O'Connor.His natural blonde hair is kept short, unlike his best friend's, and his sky-blue eyes can have every girl swooning with just one glance. Even from behind his prescription glasses, he can make all the girls in his vicinity fall at his feet.His arms are eye candy for those in love with muscles and men will kill to have a body as good as h

INVISIBLE NO MOREIt's Monday.It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school.The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.It's currently 6 am and I'm already dressed for school which doesn't start until 8. I could barely sleep after the events of last evening. I was dreading walking through the beige halls of Greenhall and seeing the disdain on the faces of hundreds of elitist kids.They already despised me, who knows what they'll do to me now? Of course, Jackie will never let anything happen to me but just how can she protect me from the messages I've already begun to receive?My usual dull Messenger app is now pinging off the hook. How the students of Green

CONTROLLondon has been in a shitty mood all week and everyone knows it. I've never been shouted at, cursed at, or belittled as much as I was for the past few days and it is exhausting. I hate being yelled at, it always makes me cry but to pacify the situation, I pushed everything down. Like I used to in public school. Today is Friday, and none of us know the source of the band leader's anger.I learned on Monday that the old Victorian house belongs to London. On Tuesday, he was late to school and in a pissy mood. Brendan tried multiple times to talk to his best friend but in true London fashion, as I've noticed this week, he cursed at him to bugger off. That's not even the worst part!I have been the most docile in this situation, making sure not to sing or do the wrong thing while the others kept pressing him for answers. Can you guess who the brunt of his anger is? Me! Me, who has just been sitting here waiting for the storm to pass. Every time we're in the same room he finds a reas

BREAKING THE RULESTo say I was annoyed was an understatement. Another week has passed and London's been avoiding me like the plague. He hardly responds when I'm talking, he leaves lunch early and he dashes out of our classes as soon as the bell starts. He only really interacts with me when we're at practice and still he won't even look at me.I don't know what I did to be so repulsive to him but he better get it together. Tomorrow the band is flying to Ohio for our weekend tour and my first real performance. We got exemptions from classes for both tomorrow and Monday.Danny wasn't too pleased about me flying off on my own but she made me promise to call her as soon as we arrived and before and after concerts of which we have 4 to do.At the moment we're packing up the instruments we used in the music room for practice. The others had left, leaving only London and I in the tension he created.Halfway through the silence I sighed and turned to the ignoramus of a band captain with folde