She Will Be Loved

Clare ran over to Sam who was getting dressed for the talent show. She was the last one on, and that was in ten minutes.

"Don't do this. He'll be miserable." Clare begged her best friend.

"Clare, I hate him. Lemme do this." Sam grabbed her mic and started to dance around. A few guys ran over and took her arms gently, lifting her up into the air.

Clare sighed but walked out, knowing Sam was being selfish. She needed to at least listen to Eli. But no, Sam was too stubborn.

"Five minutes," Wes walked over, looking Sam up and down. "Whoa," He couldn't stop staring at Sam's costume

"Like it?" She grinned and spun around for him.

"L-like it?" He stared, wide eyed at his friend. "I l-love it!" He grinned. "Uh, three minutes." He ran out to the stage.

Sam smiled and fixed her dark make up again. She couldn't get over how grown up she looked. She didn't look like a tomboy or a little girl. She looked like an adult. And that's how she wanted to be treated.

"And you're on!" Wes ran back over and pushed Sam towards the stage. She laughed and ran out with half the school gasping. The rest 'wooed' or whistled.

"This song is for every girl out there who's gone through exactly this!" She smirked before the music started.

The guy's came out wearing no shirt, and black dress pants with 'Gothic' make up on. They all looked more like zombies than anything.

The guys walked over and started rubbing their hands all over her as she started to sing. She looked down to see none other than Eli, shooting lasers from his eyes, and through the guys.


State the obvious
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More than you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine
I'll tell mine you're gay
And by the way

I hate that stupid old black hearse
You never let me drive
You're an emo heartbreaker
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned
You're just another picture to burn

There's no time for tears
I'm just sittin' here, plannin' my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From goin' out with all of your best friends
And if you come around sayin' sorry to me
My Fitzie's gonna show you
How sorry you'll be

'Cause I hate that stupid old black hearse
You never let me drive
You're an emo heartbreaker
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned
You're just another picture to burn

And if you're missin' me
You better keep it to yourself
'Cause comin' back around here
Would be bad for your hair

'Cause I hate that stupid old black hearse
You never let me drive
You're an emo heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
In case you haven't heard

I really, really hate
That stupid old black hearse
You never let me drive
You're an emo heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned
You're just another picture to burn
Burn, burn, burn
Baby, burn
Just another picture to burn
Baby, burn

When the music stopped; one of the guys handed her a match, while the other one handed her a picture. She smirked and lit the match and showed the crowd it was Eli. She lit it on fire, holding it in front of her , letting the flames take over her eyes. Then she finally threw it into a pile of pictures they had gathered from girls around the school. The screen behind the stage showed what pictures where in that pile. Sam felt great after singing that. It felt great to set those pictures on fire. Today just felt great. She saw Eli get up and run out of the gym as everybody clapped and hollered. She, along with the guys, took a bow and ran off the stage.

Clare stood there, arms crossed.

"Clare, be happy." Sam pouted.

"Sam, you should have seen Eli's face through that whole song." And then she got up and walked away, too.