Maybe I'm not cut out for high school. It's like I'm free-falling without a parachute. I have no idea what comes next. Maybe I should just stick to sitting in my room writing songs.. really dumb songs, that is. I reached blankly into my locker for my guitar and song book. I looked around the school hallways. No one. I could'nt hear any foot steps down the hallways, so that's a good sign. I was ninety nine percent sure no one was following me. I went and I sat down at a fence, hidden behind a corner. I fumbled through my song book and found it. I played the song silently and softly. I was getting better at it. Sure, I would get in trouble for skipping class, but it was worth being able to have silence except for me playing and Kyle Reede watching me. Wait... KYLE!
Kyle is this kid like me at the high school, continually missing classes for who-knows-what. I have to admit, the girls did like Kyle ALOT. He was the best looking guy in school, but who cares about looks? "What are you doing here?" I asked, not realizing that I wasn't even supposed to be here. "That's what I was going to ask you," He said, with a breif pause, "Did you write that?" "Yeah, but it sucks, I know," I replied, just then noticing he had a guitar case on his back that seemed like mine. "It's acually really good" he said.
I've never really done this before, but I taught him the song and we both practiced until the bell rang for the end of the day. He asked me my name.. the first time ever. "Amber", I replied with a sudden care for the boy sitting next to me. Kyle has these eyes I've never really noticed before.. they are this emrald purple, his face is very pale and his hair is white. He's really tall and isn't super buff but isn't a stick. Thank God.
The school days the following months were the same. Me and Kyle skipping and sitting to practice and write songs. The summer came along. Me and Kyle chilled in my garage and practiced. "Hey, Am. I can't practice today. Gotta look for a summer job", he told me one day. I shifted getting a great idea, "Your summer job is right on your back!" I said. The guitar sat happily on his shoulders. "We could go to the five-points and play, people drop us money and move on", I explained.
At five p.m. we went to the five-points and played. We got about fourty bucks. He got half, and so did I. We were closing our cases and packing up when an official-looking man sauntered up and stated proudly handing us his card, "I heard you over there, you kids go to this address next weekend at this time," he said handing us another peice of paper with the local stadium's adress and a time and date. He shook our hands, " By the way, my name is William Cotour, mention my name and you'll get in."
Next weekend Kyle and I went to the stadium. By that time, we had collected one hundred dollars each from playing. I looked at Kyle, "Are we honestly ready to do this? I've got this fear.. of you know-", I said honestly. "Don't worry, you'll do great.. I mean if you are scared you can just look at your dad" I forgot that my dad was there. My mom was way out in California. Forks is always rainy and my dad was SOAKING WET. I tried not to laugh. I love my dad, but he made it more uncomfortable with his face dripping every two seconds!