~Author's Note- 2nd HSM story, please R&R.
Thanks, Elphaba
Sweet soft sound of the piano entered my ears. The piece I composed was for the spring musical. The music of the piano was the only thing that filled the practice room I was in. A long sigh escaped my lips.
"Jeez…" I knew my works were alright but not perfect. Suddenly I stop playing, and placed the lid over the keys and piano. I was almost sitting at attention as I sat in my little haven. Coarse dismissal bells filled the room seconds later, interrupting the silence. Hoping off of the bench, I was extremely careful hopping I wouldn't bruise myself. It was two months ago today, I was diagnosed with Leukemia. Only one person knew here at East High, and that was Mrs. Darbus. Again I sighed, this time it was opening door to the jungle of East High's hallways. I started walking to my locker and a male voice called me.
"Hey, hey. Kelsi, Kelsi!" The playmaker of basketball, Troy Bolton broke my out of my daze.
"Oh hi." I was shocked that he wanted to talk to me. After all his friends were a foot or two away. Yet my voice lacked the luster his did. Since last spring, I haven't been able to look at him straight in the eye, because of the crush that I developed for him. My eyes started looking at the ground as if I lost something.
"What's up, the music maker?" Troy looked at me with a look of actually knowing and caring, a look that I wasn't use to.
"Nothing" I quickly responded, I mentally scolded myself. I adjusted my backpack uncomfortably, waiting for something else to be said. Suddenly a cell phone rang, everyone scrambled to see if it was their phone, it was Troy's.
"Oh, crap! Kelsi can I call you later?" He didn't wait for my answer, Troy ran to the gym for some odd reason. After the little moment I just wanted to get home. I walked down the steps that connected the Upper Upperclassman lockers to the rest of the school. My mind was everywhere, up down until Gabi called me.
"Kelsi!" Gabi exclaimed, she had the biggest grin on her face. "How are you?" She gave me a smile. I was a bit hesitant to answer her, I didn't want to lie to her.
"Ok…" I replied with some hard feelings in voice. I hope I convinced her that everything was actually fine. "How are you girl?" I tried to sound happy or a least excited. Gabi gave me this huge grin.
"Today is Ryan and I's one year!" She was practically jumping for joy. I forced my self to smile for her. I was happy for her, truly I was.
"Thats awesome! But I need to get, so I'll talk to you later." I started back onto my walk to my car. The pain quacks of the chemo were starting to get to me. Within my car, were my pain medications which were very necessary for function. Minutes later, I reached the safety of my Dodge Neon, I placed myself in the passenger's seat so I could get my pills out of my glove compartment. I grabbed the clear blue pill bottle out of the compartment, and placed the two small white pills on my tongue.
"Imagine all the people/ Living living life in peace/ Yu-yuah-"
I scrambled for my cell phone that was in my pocket. I glanced down at the caller ID, it was Troy.
"Ummm, Hello." I was rather shocked that he call me so soon.
"Hey, Kels. What was wrong today?" Troy's tone sound like he was rather worried about me. I was shocked that he cared enough to actually call me. I sat silent in my car. Again Troy repeated his question."Kels, are you ok?"
My head started to hang low, I didn't know what to tell him. A part of of me wanted to pour everything out, yet I knew I couldn't. "Oh just, some busing from getting on the stage." I held my breath, and hoped he actually believed me.
"Oh well- be careful getting off the stage. That is why there's stairs-." Troy spoke with a small laugh. I glanced at the time on my phone, it read 3:20. I have to be home before 3:30.
"Troy call me back in five, please. Thanks" I quickly pushed the red end call button. I moved to the driver's seat, and quickly drove home.