Author: E. Armstrong PM
It was music that pulled me through. It was music that could lead me to a tranquil world where there was no pain. Music has helped me in ways unimaginable to that narrow minded Sadie. If I told her, would she understand? If she knew, would she believe me? One chapter per week, a novelette, read about Ana and how a foreign band saved her life. T for language.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Family - Chapters: 11 - Words: 6,795 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-10-13 - Published: 11-01-12 - id: 3070487
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Hey all. This is going to be a series, with several chapters. But it will be like a weekly thing. From now on, every Thursday, I will publish a new chapter. But each chapter will be pretty short, and this story in general is short. Please read and review! Thanks! :D
To me, music is magical.
The beautiful notes, like fairy dust, drifting down on you. The wonderful beat, like an enchanting spell, rousing your excitement. And most of all, the words and the lyrics, and the magnificent voice of the singer, was like the last ingredient to the love potion.
"You are obsessed, Ana." my new friend was saying to my dryly. I looked up wearily, tugging my headphones off and pausing my music.
"What is it, Sadie?" I asked, impatient to return to my music.
She rolled her eyes, "I swear, you just can't put your headphones down for one minute! Even when I'm talking to you, you're still listening to music. Do you know how rude that is, Ana?"
I ignored her. She'd been bothering me for a while. What did she care about? It wasn't like we were actually friends. Friends, in my opinion, didn't get upset at their friends about stupid things.
I turned towards the window, placing my headphones back over my ears.
"Oh, that is it!" Sadie shouted, ripping my headphones off my head fiercely. She glared at me, and I glared back. "All you do, all freaking day, is listen to your stinking music. You're not obsessed, Ana, you're frickin' insane! Look, I know that music is great and all that. I mean, I love music too, but you are just so far beyond the line - I mean, seriously. No matter how much you love music, you can't just ignore your friend to listen to music!"
I tuned her out. I'd learn how to tune certain noises out a while ago, when all I had wanted was peace and quiet so that I could actually hear my music.
Sadie sighed, turning sympathetic all the sudden. She didn't know that I hadn't heard half of what she had said. "Ana, I know you've gone through tough times, so I'll forgive you. Since you've never really had a good friend, I'll help you learn how to treat a good friend."
I scoffed, resisting the urge to spit in her face. What did she know about me? She had never asked a single question. I could only assume that what she knew was from all the idiotic rumors that had followed me into this new school.
Sadie, luckily I suppose, didn't notice the look of disgust on my face. She was too busy trying to be sympathetic to the point that she was no longer sympathetic. Her face was distorted between pity and confusion.
"So, Ana, I'll forgive you. You don't even need to apologize." Sadie said.
I snatched my headphones back without another word, and placed them back on. I turned on the music and glanced out of the window. Sadie said nothing, settling down next to me on the bus seat.
Sadie didn't know half of it, or why I liked music so much. She didn't know how bad it had been, and how my only escape had been music. My headphones could take me to a tranquil world where there was no pain.
As the school bus screeched to a halt, Sadie picked up her backpack, waved at me while mouthing the words "bye", and was finally off the bus. The bus closed its doors and was moving again quickly to my stop.
After the short walk to the small brown building, I unlocked the door, stepping in cautiously. It was already three months, but I still didn't quite feel like this was home. Although, the place I had come from was even less like home. I had no definition of a home.
"Hello?" I said, peering around the wall. It didn't seem like anyone else here. I shouldn't have been surprised. I quietly took off my shoes, placing them neatly on the rack, and headed to my room.
My room had been the guest bedroom and my aunt and uncle's makeshift storage room. They had cleaned it out for me. It was wide and spacious, with an air of detachment. The room was neat and clean, nothing like my old room. My clothes barely filled up the closet, and my desk was cleared of everything except for a lamp.
I set my backpack on the wooden floor, pulling out my books. Continuing to listen to music, I began to work on my homework. As I was solving math problems, my mind floated off to Sadie and our one-sided conversation.
She was arrogant and conceited, and certainly not the kind of people I liked. She wore excessive makeup, complained about everything, and wore clothes that showed off her belly button. I didn't like whiny people who said they were fat when they were actually really skinny, or those arrogant people who thought they were the greatest person born on earth. I liked modest, sensible, and honest people. People who listened, who actually cared, and who wasn't judging. Someone who didn't listen to gossip and rumors and believe them, or talk behind people's back. I liked down to earth people with a good brain.
But I was sure that if I told Sadie everything or anything at all, she still wouldn't understand me. Or, even worse, wouldn't believe me.