I had music next hour, but right now was lunch; I'll worry
about that later. I turned around from the lunch lady and looked over the
crowd of students. I saw a group of people in a corner, dressed in nothing
but black, had nothing but black makeup on. I started to walk over there
and as soon as I was 5 feet away, I saw Ian. He had his feet up on the
table, looking around. He spotted me and waved me over. I nodded and went
to dump my tray, so what I didn't want to eat. It took a long time to the
blood out of my hair, but I did.
I walked over to him and sat beside him. He continued to look around, so I pulled out my latest story, a romance, something I don't write about. Why I was writing about it, I don't know, but I just felt like writing something mushy... strange. I was beginning to think that the only time I was happy anymore was when I wrote, since I can never play music again... but that was before I met Ian, maybe, just maybe I could tell him and he would understand...
I was about to get started on a new chapter when Ian nudged me with his elbow, "We got trouble..."
I looked up from my notebook and saw that the jock Bernard was coming with a whole bunch of 'Friends.' I felt fear take over me, yes; I could hurt one or two, but not the whole lot of them...
Surprisingly the walked right past Ian and me. I dismissed it, but I could tell that Ian hadn't, he was still uneasy.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"Nothing," He said as he shook his head as if to rid his mind of the thought.
I shrugged and pulled out my headphones and put in my favorite band's CD. Slipknot. My CD player was my favorite color, black. I turned the music up all the way, it was my only way out of this world, and sure writing made me happy, but it wasn't enough. I picked up my notebook again and started writing, again.
I wrote for the rest of the lunch period and just as the bell was about the ring, Ian nudged me again, telling me to put my stuff up. I did and got up. I stretched and hung my book bag around my neck.
The bell rang and the lunch room cleared out. Something just occurred to me, I didn't know where the music room was! 'Boy, my first day is going great!' I thought sarcastically. I walked up to Ian and poked him in the back, getting his attention, "Um... Ian."
"Yeah?"
"Can you show me the way to the music room?"
"Sure," he murmured, "I've got music next anyway."
'Fudge monkeys!!!!!!' I thought as I panicked, but I quickly calmed down, "Um... Thanks..."
Ian nodded and walked on. I followed him out into the hall. I had to struggle to keep up with him in the hall, because the crowd was pushing against me and I was so small, not to mention he walked sort of fast.
Once we walked through some doors that lead outside it was easier to keep in stride with him. We walked into this small building that had the AC running on high fan.
I looked around the room, typical; it was pretty much the same as my old school. A little corner in the room was where the instruments were kept and the rest of the room was filled with chairs and main piano where the class teacher played. I had to urge myself not to walk up to it and play Chopin's Nocturne, one of my personal favorites.
Ian took a seat to the left of the room. I took a seat beside him and waited for the teacher. I started to bounce my knees up and down, because I was bored. Sure we had about 5 minutes in between classes, but I was nervous. I mean, what was I going to do, maybe we would have a free day and we wouldn't have to do anything...
But no! Never, nobody ever liked me! Just my luck we had to play instruments. I looked over at Ian who got up and walked back and got onto the drum set. The music teacher approached me and asked, "Can you play anything?"
I bit my lip and whispered, "The flute..."
I looked up at him and saw his eyes widen with joy all over his face, "GOOD!!!! Good! Yes, good! Have you ever played an open hole flute?"
I nodded again. 'This isn't going good.' I thought to myself.
The teacher walked away and came back within a few minutes holding a fine leather case. I opened it and pulled out the flute pieces and put them together. I started on the scale and went from there.
Shout out's: Jessie – Yes, I knew you would slip... anyway I'll tell you later about the accident! And Thanks, although I don't know if I should take that as a compliment...
xXxSarahxXx – I agree they do need more! Lol!
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Author's Notes:
Hi! I just wanted to thank, readers and reviewers. And I do know what I'm talking about when I put the thing about the flute in. I play the flute and piano, so I DO know what I'm talking about, so anyway, Please Read and Review!
Bana
I walked over to him and sat beside him. He continued to look around, so I pulled out my latest story, a romance, something I don't write about. Why I was writing about it, I don't know, but I just felt like writing something mushy... strange. I was beginning to think that the only time I was happy anymore was when I wrote, since I can never play music again... but that was before I met Ian, maybe, just maybe I could tell him and he would understand...
I was about to get started on a new chapter when Ian nudged me with his elbow, "We got trouble..."
I looked up from my notebook and saw that the jock Bernard was coming with a whole bunch of 'Friends.' I felt fear take over me, yes; I could hurt one or two, but not the whole lot of them...
Surprisingly the walked right past Ian and me. I dismissed it, but I could tell that Ian hadn't, he was still uneasy.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"Nothing," He said as he shook his head as if to rid his mind of the thought.
I shrugged and pulled out my headphones and put in my favorite band's CD. Slipknot. My CD player was my favorite color, black. I turned the music up all the way, it was my only way out of this world, and sure writing made me happy, but it wasn't enough. I picked up my notebook again and started writing, again.
I wrote for the rest of the lunch period and just as the bell was about the ring, Ian nudged me again, telling me to put my stuff up. I did and got up. I stretched and hung my book bag around my neck.
The bell rang and the lunch room cleared out. Something just occurred to me, I didn't know where the music room was! 'Boy, my first day is going great!' I thought sarcastically. I walked up to Ian and poked him in the back, getting his attention, "Um... Ian."
"Yeah?"
"Can you show me the way to the music room?"
"Sure," he murmured, "I've got music next anyway."
'Fudge monkeys!!!!!!' I thought as I panicked, but I quickly calmed down, "Um... Thanks..."
Ian nodded and walked on. I followed him out into the hall. I had to struggle to keep up with him in the hall, because the crowd was pushing against me and I was so small, not to mention he walked sort of fast.
Once we walked through some doors that lead outside it was easier to keep in stride with him. We walked into this small building that had the AC running on high fan.
I looked around the room, typical; it was pretty much the same as my old school. A little corner in the room was where the instruments were kept and the rest of the room was filled with chairs and main piano where the class teacher played. I had to urge myself not to walk up to it and play Chopin's Nocturne, one of my personal favorites.
Ian took a seat to the left of the room. I took a seat beside him and waited for the teacher. I started to bounce my knees up and down, because I was bored. Sure we had about 5 minutes in between classes, but I was nervous. I mean, what was I going to do, maybe we would have a free day and we wouldn't have to do anything...
But no! Never, nobody ever liked me! Just my luck we had to play instruments. I looked over at Ian who got up and walked back and got onto the drum set. The music teacher approached me and asked, "Can you play anything?"
I bit my lip and whispered, "The flute..."
I looked up at him and saw his eyes widen with joy all over his face, "GOOD!!!! Good! Yes, good! Have you ever played an open hole flute?"
I nodded again. 'This isn't going good.' I thought to myself.
The teacher walked away and came back within a few minutes holding a fine leather case. I opened it and pulled out the flute pieces and put them together. I started on the scale and went from there.
Shout out's: Jessie – Yes, I knew you would slip... anyway I'll tell you later about the accident! And Thanks, although I don't know if I should take that as a compliment...
xXxSarahxXx – I agree they do need more! Lol!
!!!!
Author's Notes:
Hi! I just wanted to thank, readers and reviewers. And I do know what I'm talking about when I put the thing about the flute in. I play the flute and piano, so I DO know what I'm talking about, so anyway, Please Read and Review!
Bana