Brooklyn
Chapter 1 - First Of All, You Don't Know Me
Elijah Goldsworthy sat on the cushioned stool and placed his fingers on the black keys. His only escape has always been through his piano, from the day he was born to right where he is right now. He played various songs, and learned without a teacher he played whatever sounded. Right. His parents started him off young with a keyboard, then a grand piano just at the age of 5. He'd been homeschooled for a while, his parents noticed the fact that he didn't cooperate with others or even acknowledge their existence, so she let him get homeschooled. Until now, they moved to Brooklyn, New York. "Concrete jungle where dreams are made of," Elijah sang to himself and he stroked the right keys. He left Alberta, Ontario and moved to the states so his father's career could hit the big time. His mother decided it was a fresh start, a time for him to start over again. He also agreed. Elijah decided to start a new phase, become another person. Instead of wearing plaid and dressing like a spokesperson for Gap, he would dress gothic, not enough to scare his parents, but just enough to scare him. He painted his fingernails black with his mother's nail polish, and went shopping with his dad. His parents didn't mind the phase change, they knew that everyone had to grow up sometime.
Leighton wood Academy: Also known as best school in Brooklyn, New York. Had the best Art Program, even more appealing,
Brooklyn was known for having a sketchy reputation, just how his parents liked it. It was where they first met. Cece & Bullfrog were awestruck when they first walked into their old apartment. It reminded him of the opposite of home, he loved it already. "Eli honeys are you finished packing yet? Its been 5 hours," Eli couldn't believe it, he was actually sitting on that stool for 5 hours. His longest record was 2 days straight when his parents were out of town. They came back to him, hungry, tired, but happy.
He goes into his room, and starts unpacking. He unloads posters of his favorite bands and takes out a piece of chalk. He looks to his black walls and starts to write.
Brooklyn's an interesting place, it's scary but I guess that's life for you.
Tomorrow I start school, I'm not as excited as I should be, its time for me to start over
And make new friends. Become another person. I'm not going to be the pushover I was before I'm going to scare others more then I scare myself. My dad got me a beat up hearse, and my new room is covered in black paint. I'm the gothic child they've always wanted.
Elijah unpacked all his belongings, and turned on the radio. The sun was finally setting, he opened his curtains, which took up most of a wall and looked at his view. Graffiti art danced among the walls and the bridge was crowed with people. Someday I'll take a girl there.
He rested his head on his bed and laid facing at the ceilings. Soft music playing in the background slowly started to fade away as he drifted asleep.
"So tonight I look, to your Brooklyn" – Wakey!Wakey!