I went to All City.

I just sat there, listening to the incredibly perky director. Allah, she was scary. Relena was so fake and-well, being Relena. Her "angelic" attitude was fake. Her smile was fake. Her playing was fake.

I wish some of my friends were here.

I suppose there were some rather funny things that happened. I sat next to Simeon Kim, who was principle second. Thirty minutes before the concert, a girl named Nancy tried to get him to button his shirt correctly. She lifted his tie up, and buttoned it.

The collar was too small for this.

The tie stood straight up.

Simeon was choking.

He deserved it.

It was completely hilarious! Another girl named Jennifer asked me if I knew Trowa. I said I did, and she pelted me with questions about him. Geez, someone has a crush on a certain friend of mine...if you can call him a friend anymore.

This girl came up to Relena. Dear Allah, she was such an arrogant pig! So egotistical! Way more than Heero-as if that is possible. Heero has the biggest ego that I know of.

She just waltzed up during break and said to her, not even noticing that I was there, "Hi Relena. You know, when you play, it's like as if your violin melts right into your hand. It's so natural-looking."

"Thanks...Who are you?"

I didn't catch the name. Whomever that girl was, she was really getting on my nerves. She stood there for what seemed to be hours (five minutes had really passed) before I stood up and walked away. She sat down immediately in my chair. She and Relena chatted away, so I wandered around aimlessly. I had no one to talk to but myself. Nothing to do, no music to play.

When I came back, the girl had given Relena a piece of music by Beethoven. It's that really famous symphony-not Fur Elise. I looked over at the girl who was just in my seat-she smiled a sickening smile. Allah, it was way too sweet. Someone definitely wanted me out of my chair. When I turned my back, I could feel her glare at the back of my head. I shook my head. There were too many things going on. I still had to finish my To Kill a Mockingbird project. Damn.

A little while later, that girl came over again to listen to Relena play the symphony. She whispered into Relena's ear: "See, I have a reason for being in second violin. I didn't try out. If I did, I bet I'll be second chair." Then she bent over to whisper to Relena: "I know I'm a hell of a lot better than that Allah-loving bastard. I'll bet he was one of the hijackers on the plane."

I turned away, and ignored her for the rest of the time. If someone like her wants to be a bitch, she could be one. I don't care.

The performance came and went like any other performance. I was only a number in that orchestra-I would so much rather be with my friends at Natural Bridge than stuck in this godforsaken place with no one to talk to but myself. I would much rather be a person than a number. I wish people would know that I had a name. The conductor's just like, hey, you-#2! You're supposed to turn the page! Even Relena does that to me-and she knows my name.

I hate All City. Relena's pretty nice-if you're patient enough to stand her constant rambling about how great she is and everything. Queen of the World.

I went home and ditched Arabic School. Like I care.

(A/N: This part of the story isn't true [below. The above is all real.]. I just think it ought to end by the time school lets out. Maybe I'll do a sequel...review!)

I've been feeling rather strange lately. Tons of nosebleeds, and my head hurts from the loss of blood every morning. I don't know what's wrong with me any more. I just feel as if the life I have is draining out of me. Sometimes, I can't even pick up the violin without dropping it. Heero said I looked a little paler than I usually do. What is wrong with me?! It's probably just an illusion, I decided a little later. There is nothing wrong with me. Never has, never will be.

Nothing has ever been wrong, nothing will ever be wrong.

My father does not have a son.

I do not play the violin.

I was never born.

I don't have 29 sisters who care about me.

I don't have any friends.

I do not play the violin.

I am not an angel.

I am not a devil.

I do not exist.















A/N: I'll put up the next chapter. Click the button. I just felt like making you guys click the button. I like cliffhangers! ^_^ Hehe...cya later!