*Barney*
My finger were dancing over the desk, practicing the new song Mr. Kype gave me. While my eyes seemed to follow the lame talk of Mrs. Stril who was talking about responsibility, being polite and other stuff that doesn´t work for me.
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
My fingers twirled, danced, over the papers, over the pencils. I could hear the music, you know..when I hear music it´s like..touching water, feel the heat of fire, walking barefoot on grass, taking a deep breath..it´s like I´m a part of the music..like I BELONG somewhere..
"Hey Barnman! Wake up, dude!" I shruk and look up. "Detention..again?!" Alex asks with a half grin on her face. "Don´t be cheeky, little one" I answer and reach my hand to rough up her short brown hair but she hits it away. "On the way to the libary, or on the way to write your new fanfiction?" I ask. Alex is a very creative girl, not in a musician way, like me, but she loves to read and to write. Wherever you meet her she´s always got a book in her hands or a pencil in the other. The other pupils often make fun of her for that.
Bookworm
Nerd
These where some of the nice ones, I can´t even spell the others.
But there´s another way that makes her special..different from the others. She´s the only one that seems to like me, that seems to understand me