Let's see…history…science…where was language…oh there it is!

Hello. I'm Miku Hatsune, but everyone calls me Miku. Or Hatsune…or whatever you want to call me. I'm 15 and a sophomore at Voca High school in Tokyo, Japan. I'm no-

"Aww man!" I say as all my books from my locker tumble out onto the floor. Again.

Leaning down, I begin picking my books one by one. My long aqua colored pig tails drag on the ground as I kneel, and I have to be careful not to trip over them as I get up. Some of my papers fall quickly onto the floor, but I doubt any of them matter.

"Still unorganized huh Hatsune?"

Oh, that's my best friend! I'd know her voice anywhere!

Spiraling around and fixing my pink glasses right onto my nose, I faced Luka. "Well, yeah. I haven't had any time to fix it up lately."

Flipping her pink hair over her shoulders, Luka rolled her eyes as me. "But you have time for singing lessons, piano lessons, guitar lessons, and extra credit, but not just putting your books in order?"

I nod. We had this conversation every day it seemed. "I don't see how you have enough time Luke. You are always instructing dance lessons and putting make-up on."

Luka chuckles at me like she always did. "Well my students and I have a very big show coming up. The twins still need work and I have to help them until 9:00 tonight. Rin just can't to the stupid move I've been teaching her for the past month."

"Well I'm sure with you as he teacher; both she and Len will get it." I say as we begin speedily walking to our next class.

Luka ran dance classes at her dance studio her father gave her for her 15th birthday. She taught younger kids, but Luka loved competition and strived to make her students win any tournaments at all costs. She gave up all her after school activities for it and she goes there every single day to practice. She even went as far as charging an extremely large amount of yen for each of her classes so only the best could be under her teaching.

As we rounded the corner to our class, Luka pipes up, "I wish you'd join. I know being in front of a crowd scares you, but you can sing so nicely and you'd love my classes."

"I'm sure I would." I say, hugging my books closer to me, "But it…it just scares me. All those people just staring at me and expecting something great…" I trail off.

I loved singing more than anything, really. I had been singing since I was little and it meant the world to me. Except, whenever my father or mother or anyone asked me to sing for them, I'd burst into tears. It first happened when I was six, and hasn't stopped since. The only real time I ever did sing in front of anyone was to my mother…and that…that was different.

As we entered our classroom, an unwelcoming sight catches my eye. There she is. Meiko. She was the most popular girl in school. She was head cheerleader, mvp for girls softball, looked so pretty without a even a pinch of make-up on, and not to mention, could sing the prettiest songs ever in front of everyone.

Now you might be thinking, 'but Miku, she seems nice. Why don't you like her?' Well read on. Then you'll figure it out.

Luka and I look at each other and try to shuffle between everyone to get to our seats. But as always, our efforts are futile.

"Oh Hatsune!" I hear her call, "And Megurine !"

Skipping over to us was Meiko herself. She was in a cheerleading outfit that showed off way too much of her. Her pixie cut brown hair had a red ribbon in it too, and red eye shadow against her brown eyes stuck out.

"Hello Meiko." Luka says, keeping her eye on me. "How are you doing?"

"I'm great!" Meiko replies, looking at me, "I went on another date with Kaito yesterday. It was so romantic!"

I cringe as she says that. Kaito. I've had a crush on him since third grade. He was an amazing song writer a grade above us all. He was devilishly handsome, and he and Meiko had been dating for over two years. Last year they sang a love song duet for the talent show that Kaito wrote and won first prize. I wanted to be the one singing with him, but I'd never go on a stage.

"I'm sure it was." Luka says, knowing I'm not happy with her rubbing it in my face, "Anyway, class is starting. We better get in our seats."

Meiko nods and looks right at me. Her brown eyes seem to reach into my soul. "By the way Hatsune, Kaito will never love you because you can't sing. Plus, you're a walking freak."

I just look at the ground, feeling tears begin to form. That's what everyone called me. A freak.

"Go away Meiko." Luka cracks her knuckles and put her arm around me. "Miku is more talented than you shall ever be. It's not her fault she has stage fright!"

Meiko crosses her arms, "Yeah, sure. Until I actually hear her sing a song, I will believe she is a worthless piece of crap after my boyfriend."

If I wasn't so shy, I would have punched her. I could sing. Very well, much better than her! But I could never prove it. And it angered me to a point I was ready to hurt the girl that stood before me.

Meiko turns as the bell rang for class to start. "Bye loser."

I wipe my tears away and turn to Luka. "Thanks Luke. You are the best friend in the world."

"It's just what I do." Luka says, "Don't believe that bee-otch. You can sing and you aren't a freak! And Kaito will so totally be yours before long."

Yeah right. That will be the day I stand in front of thousands of people as the most popular singer in all of Japan…