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Teach Me

Chapter One

"Uh! You have no talent what so ever! I can't deal with you right now! You are just an immature little girl! I can't teach you anymore! I quit!" my piano teacher yelled at me.

I knew that she was lying when she told me that I had no talent. After all I was Rosemarie Hathaway and at age four I was labeled as a child prodigy at playing the piano. I also knew that I was even better at playing than Ms. Hard-ass over there. But at the same time I can't blame her for yelling at me after all I was the one that told her that she was a stupid talentless old lady, so if I were her I would be yelling at me too.

My adoptive mother, Janine, ran into the room looking for the source of the commotion. My mother's eyes widened in realization when she saw my fuming soon-to-be ex-piano teacher.

Ms. Hard-ass as I like to call her looked at my mother and stormed out of the room yelling, "I quit" over and over again. Personally I hope that this is the last time that I ever have to see her again. My mother looked at me with wide eyes.

"What did you do, Rosemarie Hathaway?" she yelled.

"I told her the truth. I said that she was a talentless pig and that she should just give up because she is a horrible piano player", I replied back. My mother just looked exasperated and left the room with her fingers rubbing her temples. She never really got onto me whenever one of my teachers would quit. Personally I think she doesn't get mad because she is so used to my totally badass or as she likes to call it disrespectful behavior.

I had never liked my adoptive mother and I'm pretty sure she felt the same way about me. The only reason that she kept me around was because I am an internationally known piano prodigy.

She just wanted me for the money that I brought in. Some might say that she was my mother so she has to love me but she doesn't look at me like I am her daughter. She looks at me in a way that reminds me of how a dog looks at piece of meat or a jerky treat. I'm not a daughter to her just a money source.

When she was younger she was married to a very wealthy man. Eventually that man realized that she was just a gold digger and they got divorced.

That's where I came in.

She was so used to being pampered and having tons of money but she lost all of that when they got divorced, so she adopted me when she heard me playing on the key board at the orphanage.

Now can you see why I never liked her?

I got up from the piano bench and went into the kitchen looking for something to eat. My mother was in the kitchen talking on the phone trying to find me a new piano teacher. We had been through this process before. Ms. Hard-ass wasn't the first teacher to quit. To be exact see was the fifth to quit on me.

Because of all of the piano teachers that quit on me I was now known as the spoiled brat of the media. Being known as a spoiled brat doesn't help when you are looking for a new piano teacher.

I swear it's like all of the piano teachers in the world know each other and talk about their students behind our backs. They probably do. Most people don't know it but the piano world is very catty and they love to talk smack about everyone in this career.

Maybe that's why I am the way I am.

"Please I know you're a great teacher and she's not as bad as everyone says she is", I heard my mother say into the phone.

Apparently she was already trying to find me a new teacher.

Great.

My mother was on the phone for hours and she couldn't find me a teacher. Eventually it was time for me to go to bed.

I slowly walked up the stairs of the mansion that my talent pays for. I got to the third floor and walked through the third door on the left, my room.

I went straight to my dresser just like every other night. I pulled open the bottom drawer and looked at the contents inside.

This drawer is where I keep all of the things that used to belong to my father. He had died was I was only two and I was left with my mother.

From what I hear my mother's personality is very similar to my adoptive mothers. When my father died she put me up for adoption and the rest is history.

A single tear rolled down my cheek and I didn't understand why. This was my nightly ritual and I had never cried before now. Maybe Ms. Hard-ass's words had wounded me more than I had realized or maybe I was just more lonely than usual.

Either way I wasn't going to let it affect me. I walked over to the mirror to check my appearance. My reflection stared back at me. I had long black hair that fell all the way down to my waste and eyes as dark as the night. I was petite. In other words I am really short. I am only about five feet and 4 inches tall but nobody could deny that I have curves in all the right places.

I sighed, looking at my reflection. I had been told by many people, including my past boyfriends that I was very pretty and for some reason I never believed them. When I look in the mirror I don't see the pretty girl that everyone else sees, I sees a little lonely girl that has been used and emotionally beaten her whole life. No matter how I see myself I have always had an air of confidence about me. I silently walked over to my bed, get under the covers, but I couldn't fall asleep.

I got out of bed and slowly tip-toed down to the music room. When you walk in the first thing that you see in the massive grand piano in the middle of the room. The piano is surrounded by many other instruments that I also love to play.

I walked over to my piano and sat down on the bench. I started to play a dark and haunting melody that I had been writing for as long as I can remember.

No matter which way I wrote the song the ending would never come out right. The song would always sound unfinished and would eventually just drift to a stop.

This is the only song that I had ever had caused me to have writers block and I could never figure out why.

I stayed up till midnight trying to finish my song up eventually I just gave up and walked back to my room and finally fell asleep.

Tonight I dream of a boy that I have dreamt of many other times. He looked like he is about twenty-five years old and has wave light brown hair that stops just above his shoulders. His long brown hair frames his strong jaw.

The very handsome man is sitting beside he on the piano bench and is watching me play my unfinished haunting melody, but the song actually comes to an end.

When I am done playing the song I look up to the man and smile at him. He smiles back down at me and kisses me on the lips.

For the rest of the night I dream of this somehow familiar stranger until I wake up the next morning and go into my music room to write the ending of the song that I came up with in my dreams.

Authors Note:

Hi this is my first story and I'm really excited about it! I want you to tell me what you think of the first chapter and if you think that I should continue the story. Also I would like to ask that if you have nothing nice to say please don't say it to me because it won't affect me anyway. So thank you for reading my first chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. Bye!

P.S. I know that the chapter is kind of short but if I write more they will probably be longer.

- Mrs. Sassy-Ass