Summary: Kerrie Macks is an aspiring violinist living in a third-class area, attending a third-class school. Her life-long goal has been to escape from her childhood home and is working for a music scholarship to the most well-known music college in the country. A surprising encounter with the bad-reputed Jeremy Vaune may leave her with a choice between her life-long dream and her could-be true love.

The happiest day
The happiest hour
The highest hope
Of pride and power.

I have that verse pinned up on my wall. I guess it sort of relates to me in a weird twisted way, but every day when I wake up it's the first thing I see and it's implanted into my mind for the rest of the day as a constant reminder of what I'm working towards.

I can see I am making absolutely no sense.

Not to worry, I don't usually make sense, even to my friends. Which is why I am here in the cafeteria trying to explain to them why butter and sugar on bread does not taste disgusting.

"You see, even though it is extremely fattening and, well, extremely fattening, you can't say it tastes gross if you haven't tried it before."
"Nobody tries butter with sugar on bread 'just to see what it tastes like,' Kerrie darling, only you." Nina repulsed, looking at me like I had green bogey slobbered all over my face, which, of course, I didn't.
"Well, I have to say, Kerrie, I have to agree with Nin, I don't think trying combinations like butter and sugar together are exactly, well, normal."
"Ah thank you, Isa, maybe I should just go check in to a mental institution right now, come to speak of it."

The conversation was cut off as the deafening overpowered bell rung to signify the end of lunch time. We split up and me and Isa headed towards our last three periods, starting with advanced chemistry which I absolutely detested.
Mr Winfred, our teacher, spoke in a sort of Shakespearean confused scientist sort of way, which was extremely bizarre when heard. He began to take the roll.
"Isa Laney."
"Here, sir."
"Sam Jonston."
"Yo."
"Audrey Jonston."
"Sam you fuckin' asshole, who the fuck says fuckin' 'Yo' to the fuckin' Prof?"
"Landon Key West."
"Over here, dude."
"Kerrie Macks."
I looked up from the manuscript I was studying and hastened a reply. "Here."
It went on like that for a while until he got to-
"Jeremy Vaune."
Heads turned to look around, but soon it became evident that he wasn't there. Then there was a knock on the door and once again heads turned and in walked the one, the only- Jeremy Vaune. He patted Mr Winfred's head and looked around the room, feigning confusion.
"I heard my name?"
Mr Winfred grew red with half embarrassment half anger and told him to sit down.

Jeremy's who you may think he is. Maybe he isn't. He's that sort of person. You can't tell who he is by just looking at him. In reality he's this hardcore guy who participates in gang fights and drive-bys. You wouldn't want to go messing with him if you were a guy and on the wrong side of the court, but if you were a girl you'd probably swoon even though, in my personal opinion, he isn't the hottest guy I have ever seen.

After school I decided to walk home so I had more time to think about nothing. When I got home I went through the mail and almost jumped because there was something for me. I opened the envelope and my stomach decided to redeem that jump I didn't do. They were my music scholarship applications.
I love my school. But in all truths, it's the worst school in the neighbourhood and I live in the worst area and it's been my goal to leave here since I was about twelve because, not trying to sound arrogant- that I can do better than this. But I have to prove it, and for that to happen I've applied to try for a scholarship at Imparie Arts Secondary College, the most well-known music and art school in the country. It's halfway across the country from where I live, which is quite perfect in my little scheme to escape from my childhood home.

When Mum comes home I'll ask her to look over them for me.

A/N: I'm actually planning on finishing this story- please review, feedback will be much appreciated and loved and cherished forever.