Music is my life. Music’s there for me when people aren’t. It’s just the lyrics and me, and my mood changes. Any young teen knows exactly how it feels to be pushed away, forgotten, stabbed in the back, talked about, and left out. It stinks, doesn’t it? Well, I can surely say that it’s not what I had in mind when people say, “High school is the best time of your life.” Along with that I’m going to tell a story about an ordinary girl from the small town of Defiance, Ohio.

Through the hallways, she walks around school quiet with her head down, moving fast just to get to the next class. She has very few friends whom she can actually trust. She tries to avoid the rumors said about her in the past week from someone she thought she could trust, a foreign exchange student, who’s tall, with blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes -- the kind of blue eyes that ever girl dreams of looking into every day. The first time she saw him she was at her little brother’s football game; he had just turned eleven that day. Those kids screamed and hollered, pumped up for the game to start. As soon as the girl saw the tall blond hair, blue-eyed, foreign student, standing beside the football players, she nervously walked up to him, shaking like an earthquake and asked for his jersey. He replied, “Of course, you can.”
Only one thought ran through her head: “Yes, I get to wear his jersey, me, I do.” After talking to him just as friends, he decided to stop talking to her, ignoring the poor girl. As soon as game day came around, he didn’t give the jersey to the young girl. She felt totally inferior, but didn’t want to show it. She saw that he gave his jersey to a tall, long-haired cheerleader. With that she became very upset, but no body cared.

That night she went home, put her headphones in, and just blared the music. She was in a different world--a world where she felt loved, where she felt important. Her whole weekend consisted of listening to music so that everything that happened wouldn’t hurt anymore. When the next Monday approached, the girl didn’t want to go to school. Wherever she looked, there were whispers, here and there. She really didn’t know what was going on; she just ignored it. Throughout the day she finally realized the whispering happened to be about her, but she didn’t know what they were talking about. She noticed that it was only all of the football players talking and a few of their friends. The girl confronted them about it, ”Hey, can talk to you about something?” No one would say anything, “Sorry I cant right now, I have to go.”
Some time later she asked one of her guy friends who sits at the same table as they do. He didn’t hear anything either. After awhile, people would ask the girl, ”What’s going on with you and foreigner?” She replied with a simple, “Nothing,” and walked along to her next class. She realized that the foreigner happened to be spreading lies about her. She went and asked him about it, but he didn’t want to talk; he wouldn’t text her back either. The whole week she went through school wondering what it was about. The girl cried herself to sleep every night that whole week, and no one even knew. She would play her music at night to make herself feel better, and it did make everything so much better.

Finally, the next week came. She really didn’t want to go to school, but this time she asked one of the football players again. He ended up telling her what the foreigner said about her. The girl became furious. Not one word was true, nothing. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to confront the guy, but he wouldn’t talk to her.