Connected by words

"Chapter 3"

I didn't text him first, didn't want to be pushy and waited patiently. It was difficult, my hands were drawn to the phone and I checked it very often. When I woke up, while having breakfast, on the bus and in class, but Johnny didn't write to me.
And here in the hated lesson of mathematics I heard the long-awaited sound. He wrote to me again. I carefully hid the phone behind the pencil case and checked the text.

Hi!

                                            Hello Johny!

What are you doing? :)

                                  I'm in math class.
                                       Boring, so you
                                       saved me.

Wow looks like I'm a knight in shining armor!

                                   What are you   doing?
                                  

Yes, he helped me with my
homework)) And I'm sitting
at home. Decided to take a
day off from school.

                              Well, since you have so
                              much free time,then tell    
                             me about your school,      
                             life in Spain. I wonder
                            how you got there.

It's not such an interesting
story. My mom married my
stepdad who is Spanish, so
we moved here 2 years ago.
My Spanish is not bad, but
science is difficult to learn,
so I'm still studying in
international school.
We study in English.

                                 So, you know two
                                languages? It's cool😊.

It's nothing, you know
three languages 😅

                           How did you know? 😏🤓

Well, you're Russian, so
Russian is your native
language. When I wrote
you in English, you
answered in English, as
well, dear Anastasia, I Googled
the native language of Latvia
and found out that you also
know Latvian😌

                        Haha, detective. But don't  
                       know Latvian so well. I   
                      don't use it often, there are 
                      a lot of Russians in Latvia.

Don't be so modest!

I smiled a little and asked an oncoming question.

                                  What do you mean?
                                  I'm not being modest.

I mean, you're a lot smarter
than what you think.

                          You and your jokes again

No, I'm not joking at all,
I really think so.

I was a little taken aback. It was the first time I have heard anything like this and so sincerely. Or is it better to say read? After all, we were texting. I answered with a brief "thank you" and went into the house where no one was waiting for me.
But how wrong I was....
After taking off my coat I wanted to go to my, but I was stopped by my parents sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Mom, Dad, hi! Why are you here?"

Their faces were not very pleased. I would even say irritated.

"We're waiting for you! Svetlana Bykova called today."

My heart froze. I knew it wasn't good.

"She said that music affects your math classes!"

My mother continued. I knew where it was going. The math teacher always wanted to, mess with me. I think she found a loophole. I didn't know what to say, I decided to speak sincerely, from the heart.

"But mom, I don't need this math in my future job anyways."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my mother's face seemed to turn furious, and her eyes pierced through my soul. Not allowing me to continue her voice broke on the screaming.

"What do you mean it's not important? How do you know? You haven't chosen a profession yet! Music is just a hobby; how can you not understand?"

"Honey-- "

"Silence!"

Dad tried to stop her, but it didn't work, like always. He can never say anything against her. Prefers not to get involved in all of this, although I really want my dad to somehow protect me.

"I don't know how to bring you to your senses anymore. You're not going to be a singer! You don't have a voice!"

My heart was torn to pieces. How can the closest people not support your dream? But what am I talking about, closest people? Our relationship is far from warm, family ties.

"You won't go to additional piano and vocal classes until you change your behavior in math lessons and improve your marks in that subject!"

Was it painful? Oh yes. Was I surprised? No, it's not the first time my parents didn't give me the right to choose. I didn't count on anything else. Nodding to show that I understood her, I went to my room.
Falling on the bed I looked at the white ceiling, while mother's words kept repeating in my head. "You'll never become a singer", words that everyone say. But I can't quit, no. Music is my only joy.
I need Emilia! Taking the phone, I quickly wrote to her and told her what had happened. She was always there when I needed her, but apparently not this time. There was no response from her, although it was shown that the message was opned. Maybe she's too busy. In utter desperation, I put headphones in my ears and turned on my sad songs. If you are depressed might as well dive into it fully.