A Terrible Ms. Fit

. "Sing."

.. "But I don't sing. My voice is not great."

. "I know the difference between a good voice and someone who can sing. I'm asking you to sing."

.. "What should I- ?"

. "Anything you want."

Where do we go

when we don't grow?

How should I stay?

what if I go astray?

I sing at home, in my room with the curtains, pillows, and showerhead as my loyal audience. But outside? Nahh! I don't know if there's something wrong with me or with the eyes of the crowd, I can't do anything good whenever it's on me.

And then here goes a boy who can't seem to do anything but annoy me with a single word, "Sing".

He is my classmate. Though he is not usually the type that goes around following a girl everywhere just to sing. I rarely saw him in groups. He's always alone in a corner with his guitar wearing a don't-you-ever-dare-talk-to-me vibe.

I don't know what happened, he's like a dog on a leash. I wish I could tell him to fck-off but I can't and he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment anyway. So there's no other choice but to give in. And when I finally did,

...He laughed. *wth??

.. "All this running around just to laugh at me?"

. "I- I'm sorry. I just- I'm disappointed you know? You're bad at it."

I don't have words for this kind of situation. I gave him a mad look. I swear I'll kick him if he attempts to go near me again.

I was about to walk out and leave him be when he strummed.

A familiar rhythm,

Stay here, don't go

You funny little anxious heart

there is no right way to stay

for nothing ours could ever be lost anyway

My eyes widen, it is not that great, but idk. I'm looking at him, staring at me. He smiled,

. "Terrible?"

.. "No."

. "We're both bad at it. See?"

.. "No! you-"

. " Shhh! I like it like that."

.. "What?"

. "Fits."