Our Symphonies | satosere

7 ;

「 seven 」

"that girl's always so up in the air"

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I found myself at a loss of sleep last night.

It happens at the rarest of occasions though; when complicated thoughts swarm my head and leave no space for everyday drills. Even a beauty sleep. Really strange how I met this band of weirdos like one day ago -- and now I'm gaming my own health because of their personal problems.

Not like I hated to supply others with my help, but over time and through countless encounters, even the muse of guiding someone stirred doubts within my brain. Because nowadays, not only do people take advantages of one's givings, but they don't even consider memorizing their name or handing out a simple 'thank you'. And that, I think is the ideal definition of what you call moronism.

Visiting the church on a Sunday and endlessly sobbing on your knees is not a way to gain stardom; even the talent doesn't count. What matters the most is how you treat others, almost like the Daruma doll mechanism - it'll come back at you with the same force you will push it.

And I think now I'm self-taught enough to sort out the people I come across into what treatment they rightfully deserve.

But life stops for no one, Not even for the dark blotches under my eyes. Because currently it was lunch break on a drowsy Wednesday schoolday that was literally sandwiched between the week, and I was absentmindedly nibbling at the rolls of omelette [or if you wanna use the deluxe term then Tamagoyaki] that Lillie had prepared for me this morning.

"Listen, Serena," Chloe knocked her shoulder with mine as she spoke, and I smiled, asking her to continue. "Dad had requested me to be there at the faculty room by recess - I'll return in a few moments, k?"

"Aight, be back soon." I took a large bite from my egg dish and slowly nodded, after which she kept her lunch box on the extended window pane and peaced out the classroom.

About fifteen more minutes were left for the break to end, and mindlessly picking at food wasn't enough to entertain my already blank-slate mood.

I placed my box on top of Chloe's and decided to roam in the corridors instead, and yes I'm aware that the flood of students outside is quadruple at the moment, but that beat me to sit in here like an unfeeling loner. Which I mean, I couldn't say I wasn't.

My steps like magnetically drifted towards the music room the second I stepped out, and much to my appeal, the door was open and I didn't bump into anyone on the way.

What surprised me even more was that in contrast to my expectations of finding no one, there actually was someone; a girl around one and a half feet taller than me standing behind the drums.

Her face wasn't visible, for she was busy writing in a notebook like thing and her long, bleach blonde hair had blocked the view, and I couldn't recall a  student like her from our grade or perhaps as a graduate senior.

I had to pound my fist on the door to ask for permission to enter, when I did, she looked up and alarmingly tucked her long locks behind the ears, her high ponytail ricocheting with the motions.

"Come in! It's yo' school after all." She joked while taking a stool and shortly chuckling, which relieved my insides.

I just walked ahead and awkwardly stood by the piano, fiddling with my fingers but never removing my gaze from her. I parted my lips to say a hello - or anything, but she showed me a hand, eyebrows knitting together.