"That was awesome!"
"Thanks."
"I don't know. You didn't rotate all the way on that 540 Ally Oop."
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I threw the covers off, looking at my alarm clock on my nightstand. It was three forty-eight. I sighed, unable to sleep and walked over to my closet, pulling out a white sweated and a pair of grey sweats. I pulled off my shorts, sliding on my sweats and white sweater over my black sports bra.
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I grabbed an elastic of my nightstand and threw my hair up into a low messy bun. Picking up my phone and keys off of my dresser, I quietly crept downstairs so my mom wouldn't hear me. When I reached the bottom, I decided I wanted to grab my guitar. I ran upstairs, and grabbed my guitar case leaning up against the wall. I slug it over my shoulder and ran back down the stairs.
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Reached my car, walking over to the passenger's side, placing my guitar on the seat. I made my way to the driver's seat and hopped in the car.
I drove along the lit up streets, having no destination. My mind kept going back to my cruel words I had said to Robby earlier. I tried to push the thoughts away, but they just kept coming back. When I parked my car, I grabbed my guitar and got out of my car. I walked along the pathway, pushing open the gate as I approached it.
When I reached the backyard, I made my way over to a grassy patch and sat down criss cross. I leaned forward and pulled my guitar off my back. I opened the case and gently lifted the guitar out.
I rested the guitar on my lap, running my fingers along the body. The guitar had a rose design on the body, the colors were dark under the moonlight. I felt a small tear run slowly down my face. I slowly smiled and picked up the instrument properly.
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I wiped the tear away and started plucking away at the strings, playing the melody I had created a few nights ago. After a few minutes of playing the same melody, words came to my mind, and I started to sing.
