Chapter One- Harmonies in music room 4

She's dressed in black so she must be a cutter

She has tattoos and hair in her face so she must be gay

She's beautiful so she must be a slut

~Wrong

I sighed as my screen door swung open "Mom?" I asked as I made my way through the trailer and into the darkened living room. She was passed out on the couch, one leg hanging off and her jaw slightly slack, a beer bottle dangling from her finger tips. She was young, only 29...she gave birth to me at 13. I bit my lower lip and picked her up off the couch, the sound of glass hitting carpet was the only thing I could hear.

She was petite and didn't weigh much; I carried her back to her room and laid her down in the bed. Her long blue hair fell out of its messy bun and I pulled her black stiletto heels off her feet. "Night mama" I said gently as I closed the door to her room and walked down the hall.

Peace, it's hard to find now days. Everyone wants to talk. Sadly everyone wants to say the exact same things. 'Look there's Hinata Hyugga' or 'I bet she cuts' 'I hear she slept with Kiba Inuzuka last week' 'I heard her mother slept with the cashier down at the gas station' then eventually it all comes to 'Daughter of a whore' or 'Slutty trick' I laid my head against my pillow and curled up in my sheets. Outside my window, the night was still and the dark sky was star dotted. The fact is only 50% of it actually happened. Dose that matter? No. People still talk. A gentle smile graced my pale lips. Tomorrow is the first day of the new school year, make a change. My breathing evened out and my bright blue eyes fluttered closed. Life isn't always great but It could be worse.

"Here ya go" I set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of my mother at the table in the kitchen. She didn't respond or say anything at all. I smiled and grabbed a pop tart from the cupboard and walked out the flimsy screen door. Make it a good day I thought to myself as I chewed on my lower lip. As I walked down the side walk I stuffed my hands in my skinny jeans pockets and pressed the play button on my mp3 player. The lyrics to the song knives and pens filled my ears and a gentle smile tugged at my lips.

I always found comfort in music, ever since I was little. It always seemed like no matter what was going on, no matter how I was hurt or how much it hurt I could either listen to or sing and song and the world would be just a little bit less cruel. A little bit kinder.

Micinly high was a very extravagant school, big and beautiful and it offered the best education in the state but only for wealthy girls. I managed to get in last year on a paid scholarship. Sometimes I felt out of place in Micinly, but that's because I was. I looked different from everyone there, had a different opinion then everyone there, and unlike the others I worked for my place in this school.

"Move" Sakura, a pinkette with emerald green eyes shoved past me nearly knocking me over. Last year I learned to deal with Sakura's attitude. She didn't bother me much anymore. I made my way through the crowed of prissed up girls, all of them wearing a uniform I didn't have the money to pay for. I didn't care about the uniform though. I looked up at the hallway clock. Class doesn't start for 20 minutes.

I pressed my back against the wall near a door and tipped my head back to look at the ceiling, pulling my ear buds from my ears. As I wrapped my head phones around my mp3 player the sound of a piano made me look to the side. It was coming from behind the door I was standing next to.

It had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. Such a bitter sweet melody. When I opened the door my eyes went wide. She had to of been new at the school because it was my first time seeing her. She had flawless pale skin, pink lips and long dark lashes hidden behind blond hair. Her fingers glided effortlessly across the piano keys as she hummed a gentle tune.

"That's beautiful" I said a bit breathlessly "What's it called?"

She looked up from the keys and stopped playing her song "Well aren't you just a cute little trick" she offered a friendly smile "It doesn't have a name yet, or lyrics."

I stared at her for a short moment "You wrote that?"

She nodded giving me a gentle smile "Yeah, I'm still kind of working on it. Like I said...no title or lyrics yet"

"So you write songs then?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah" she said a bit nonchalantly.

"If you dont mind my asking, how long have you gone to this school?"

"Just started this year. I got in on a scholarship though I admit these girls get on my nerves a bit"

I let out a quiet laugh "You'll learn to deal with them"

"Well come here, I dont bite or anything" She patted the piano bench with her fishnet clad hand signaling me to sit there. A bit slowly I willed myself to move and took a seat beside her. She wore a black veil brides t-shirt and smelled like rout 21 perfume.

"What's your name?" I asked feeling as though I'd finally found a friend at this school.

"Ino Yamanaka" She said as her fingers began gliding across the keys once again.

"I'm Hinata Hyugga" I said quietly.

"How sweet." she said keeping her blue eyes closed as beautiful music filled the room. I nodded in response and the sound of the warning bell rang over the sound of Ino's song. "Well...I'll see you later" I said calmly and made my way to the door "It was nice meeting you, Ino" I gave her a final smile.

"I'm sure we'll see each other again, Trick" she said in an almost promising tone before getting up from the piano. An almost sweet smile graced her lips but at the same time that sweet smile made my flesh crawl. She was taller than me by a little bit and had a small frame with thick thighs and long legs. "Later, Trick" One more strange smile and she left the room before I did. As I stood in the door way I thought...Her smile is...sickening.