Idalia (the secrets of the whispers)

id and fashion blundering introvert, with no friend other than my books, my laptops and my imaginary be

l who detained us had gone to attend to something else, while we died of boredom and fatigue. Th

ell, who didn't know and admire the beautiful

more trouble?" A boy asked with a frown. Tori

my father's bedroom. I know that old wench more than the back of my own clean hands. She won't come back, not

ed plainly. She was the second que

a shrug, "but I'm open fo

I love music!" She shrieked with utter excitement. I didn't know this one much, but she was the scho

d take turns and I volunteer to be the fi

ooked at the girl sitting behind dye princess,

use she was extremely quiet with a scary face, but because she packed a strong

ear?" She didn't sound as scary as my classmates made he

her hand, "then let's sing my favouri

een shouted. "that's

ly shrugged. Tori turned her eyes to me, I

will sing w

" I c

mouth, she knew my name. How on e

.I...I ca

ing, tomorrow I'll make sure you get stoned w

.no," I s

back in the eyes, sing." It was a simple instruction but it felt like the words were laced

's envy. "What are your names? Mine is Lady

my eyes." She twinkled her lashes. I t

Sa

everyone k

just coordinate myself, just follow my hand signal. Idalia, no excuses. I know how you h

ventually swapped numbers. From that day, a new bond was formed, a bond between five different girls with different personalities but si

do a challenge that would win us special tickets to see the band's face to face. A group of mid year teenagers who knew nothing else but to look pretty and flirt. Tori

a father that would literally stand at the front door with an axe to wait for me anytime I returned home late. Mother would nag me to unconsciousnes

he rewritten version. It was something we did all the time since we spent so much time together. While Tori and Sage did the rapping, the rest of us sang the added note

ent agent. Also sister to one of the boy's manager and had come to see the show. She openly spoke of her interest in us and how we could be stars if we let

would also suit the future brands they were going to make for us, it sounded right when called. He also gave us stage names according to our appearance and what we liked.

ing than the others as we were both songwriters and composers. We learnt from others and even had others to write for us too. Our genre rotated around pop and it subgenre; electropop, technopop, dance-pop,

ut, but kept shut. No one questioned her excessive dark or light makeup, no one suspected when she shaved her head and took to wigs. She was a wacko, so what were the odds? She never grew lean until her final months w

making more memories and telling us – me especially – of stories her grandmother told her and revealing hidden things of her

nconditionally, sing endlessly and do remember me. The time will come for you to stop singing, take a break and go to college, meet people and live. When that

under her breath. "Hard times will come, bitterness would rise, but never lose sight of the path ahead. All this I did for the one, all