Jill's pov:
I'm on the bus which will bring me to the living hell called school. I sit alone checking out the window. It's raining outside and everything is grey. Grey is my favorite colour as long as black and white. When the bus leave me at school, I feel eyes on me which is strange because usually I'am quite invisible.

"Hey Jally!?" a strident voice is calling. Jally? Who is this girl? I look up and see that the popular girl crew is coming towards me.

"We called you freak! Why didn't you answer?!"

"Hum sorry Amanda, I didn't hear you." I mumble not wanting trouble.

"Never mind Jally, I only want to tell you change outfit because the one that your wearing is totally demodè. Black and white aren't fashionable this year, so please don't offend our poor eyes and put on some decent clothes."

"This doesn't make sense! Why can't I dress with black and white? They are my favorite colours. Plus my name is Jillian, not Jally"

"Don't answer back you little pest!"

"Why would you care about what I put on? And look, your boss is wearing black and white." I reply, pointing at Jack. He is maybe the most popular guy in the world. I bet he took to bed all of the cheerleaders.

"Yes, but Jack is Jack. He looks good with every colour and outfit. You look horrible with every single outfit." Answer Selene "we just want to help you"

"Well, I don't need your help" I say, walking away from them. I don't want to be late at lesson and the crew is making me loose time. Time is precious.

"Hey freak! Come back here immediately!" Someone calls from behind me, but I ignore the voice, pleading that this won't cause me lots of trouble. I head to the music class. There is only one thing that I can do well and that's singing. My music teacher likes my soprano voice and she always put me in the school choir. Today the teacher will assign us the songs each one of us will sing at the final show. I enter the room just in time.

"Jillian, finally. I was starting to think that you wouldn't show up. Show can't go on without you. Here is your song" She hands me the text of a song which I know very well: Circus by Britney Spears.

"Now Jillian, could you try to sing it to us?" I smiled as I start to sing.