Down the Alleyway

Chapter 12

Sina

Everything was loud.

A glass broke against my door.

"You're drunk again--"

Thump.

"Get lost woman!"

Slap.

I clasped my hands on both my ears, my broken guitar staring back at me as I fit myself into the corner of my room.

This sound is unpleasant.

Without much of a thought, I grabbed my scarf and jumped out of my window.

It was raining when I made it out. My steps are splashing, everything sounded like a radio on static, leaving the world abuzz. And somehow, I found myself by the garbage dump where I used to pet a cat.

It was still there, staring at me. It's eyes glowed in the darkness, it's orbs luminescent like the full moon.

It stepped out of the heap reluctantly, it's tail brushed everything on it's way; until it got caught on something.

The sound of a string.

My eyes grew wide.

And that's the day I came across it.

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Viane.

I'm bored.

I was just sitting inside the clubroom. It was hot outside even though it's already near sunset. I was left drooling on my desk. My hand supported my head as I stare mindlessly at my club members doing "club activities" for the day.

The Sina girl walked in carrying a big guitar case. She's late but no one cared. She went to her usual spot and opened the case, looking at the instrument inside.

Adam, the only ever present "life of the club" approached her.

"Do you always carry that case with you?" he asked not too nicely.

The girl shooked her head.

"I don't always carry it. I just brought this today because I had a new guitar," she replied meekly then proceeded on showing it to him.

I moved my head to get a better look. My face scrunched in confusion. She call that new? It looks...brown. I mean-- it's paint is brown but it's a lot browner due to grime and dirt that's stuck to it. It was also littered with scratches.

"You call that new? That guitar is old as hell."

Exactly.

She just turned away and he shrugged it off.

I sighed.

So much for trying to strike a conversation. Since the club had been established, Adam has been the only one who had made compromises of getting us to open up, getting us together per se. But I've already watched different attempts and I'm getting tired of it. The nice rich girl had been no help either. She was just contented on reading a book on her table and laughing occasionally. And the Lindelle guy had done nothing but sit with his arms crossed and glare at us. Just by his looks I can already tell that he doesn't wanna be bothered so there's no use to tr--

"Here's the pen you've been bitching me about." Adam suddenly dropped a pen on my desk.

My eyes brightened.

It's a minion pen, a real one.

"Be grateful that I got you a real one, the one you had looked tacky,"
he said while looking down at me.