Hi! this is my third story!
It is touching and kind of sad. Hope you enjoy it!!
Be sure to check out my other stories!
(i know the names are weird)
I trudged down the dusty old orphanage stairs. My every step caused the steps to creak nosily. The stairs leaded to a small room. I flicked the light on. It blinked unsteadily for a while.
In the middle of the room stood a small wooden grand piano. I walked towards the piano unsure.
I pulled out the piano chair from under the piano and uneasily sat on the dusty surface. I opened the piano with a loud creaking sound.
Dust came out and i coughed. Soon the dust cleared and right before me, i saw the white and black ancient keys of the piano.
I drew a deep breath and placed my hands gently on the piano. I placed both my legs gently on the dust covered gold pedals.
I closed my eyes and played the piano putting all my will and emotion into it. I did not care what song i was playing, it felt really good to play on the piano again, after all these years.
I felt as if i had never stopped playing. Why did i ever stop?? i asked myself.
my father, a small annoying voice in my head reminded me. shut up! i told myself angry.
A hot tear flowed down my cheek. i was still playing the piano. I wiped the tear angrily, determined not to cry.
Oh, daddy, how i miss you.... i said to myself when a water fountain exploded in my eyes. I cried silently for a while.
Soon, i heard my name being called from above. I quickly composed my self and closed the piano. I switched off the lights and dashed upstairs promising that i would return soon.
sorry, i know it is short and the girls name is Reina, short for Adrianne.
I will update soon. :)