29 December 2012
My name is Bling. Just Bling. Any questions? Well good. I was in the Rockerz band for more than one year, you know? But most shining, happy endings start out...well...not as bright, if you ask me. Actually, you would be shocked how I turned out to be in the band. Let's get a few things straight; I am a GIRL, not a dude. Yeah I rap, so what? Like it's forbidden and uncool for girls to rap. In fact, this problem gave start to my dull begining. At first I was part of the popular crowd, always being invited to parties, everyone wanted to be in our group, you get the idea. Don't you dare think my story is stereo-typed, because it's not. " Daisy, did you do my writing homework?" Brittany was peering over my shoulder. Haha. Very funny. I know what you're thinking. No, I didn't get into the popular group by doing their writing homework. It's unlike me to be known as the nerd of the group. I started being discarded by the populars since the poetry in writing class. "Write any type of poetry! Feel free with your words. But no swear words, Slowalski." Mrs.Crowns giggled,"If you have any questions, I''m here to help. Remenber, the best poet will win the prize, but the original poet will win the crowd!" she winked. All my so-called friends exchanged bored looks, yawns, and groans. Everyone, except me. I got myself a sheet of paper and stared into it. The lines were forming a vortex of confusion and was ready to swallow me up. What if my project was too good and the whole school will know me as the weird girl who writes poetry. What if my project was too bad and I lost all my work in writing this year. Friends over school, or school over friends? Consequences and descisions were tangling my brain cells, and insead of coming to a sollution, they gave me a short headache. My thoughts were stoped by a tap on my desk. "Something wrong, Daisy?" Mrs.Crowns asked. "Huh? Oh, um. I don't have any originality. If I start writing, it'll be crap!" "Now Daisy, you are not that BAD. What do you mean no originality?" "I have trouble expressing my feelings."I plainly said. "I herd you were into song-writing, why don't you write a song?" she suggested. "Nah, they don't sound so good. If I could only write a poem with song rythm, not melody..."I drifted off "I see you are onto something. I'll leave you to your work now!" she patted my shoulders than went to her desk. I went back to my thoughts. A poem with rythm, like a song without a melody... A RAP! I could rap my project! No one ever thought of that one, and it isnt THAT uncool, right? I started raping in my head: I was stuck inside, when my feelings collide, they really hurt, and they fall on my shirt, but don't get me wrong,yo, I'm quite strong, yo! Got this mad flow running through me, yo, b-b-b-bursting to leggo, le-le-le-le-leggo. I dont care, I dont care I dont wanna know, I wanna rap all my feelings until I find you in the middle of the dance floor. I know it sounds weird for me to start, but it's really not that bad once you take madness apart.
Like a mad writer, I grabed my pencil to draft down all my thought until they fade away in the darkness of my brain. I wrote so fast, that if I were a cartoon character, I'd have steam comming from my pencil. When I was at the final words, I looked up, Mrs.Crowns was smiling at me from her desk. Now that's what I call a hop to the top.
A Not-So-Dull Hop to the Top • Opuss № I