My Own Personal Beethoven

Chapter Two

(Dedicated to my awesome sister who actually likes this story. Kind of surprised. I think it's just useless fluff.)

Hannah couldn’t fake any aches or pains today. Especially since the school called her mother at work to come pick Hannah up. She sighed and realized it was a mistake as her mother went on about gas money and the burden she had to bare as is, not needing these petty things to keep happening.

“Why the sad face? Be a happy clown.” Alison said with a smile as she sat next to Hannah in free period.

“I faked an ulcer, which wasn’t the right thing to do, to get out of music class because I am a chicken. A tar feather chicken who is getting her skin ripped off by the removal of thus mentioned tar.” She said.

“Ouch. That sucks, but hey. You should look on the bright side.” Alison said.

“There’s a bright side. Enlighten me, oh wise Obi Wan.” Hannah said.

Alison laughed airily at that before speaking.

“You have a friend your second day at school, school doesn’t really suck that much, and hey. Tristan seems to like you.” She said.

“Why is that a big deal?”

“He doesn’t mix with people well.”

“What? He’s Batman or something?” Hannah asked.

“You caught me.”

Hannah and Alison both looked up. It’s like saying his name made him magically appear.

“Alison.” A girl called, waving her over.

“You should meet the gang. Come over when you’re done talking to Tristan.” Alison said before standing and abandoning Hannah.

Great.

“Why weren’t you really in music class?” He asked.

“Does it matter?”

“I want to help you.”

She sighed.

“Well, guidance counselor. I am in no need of your services but I’ll let you know when I am.” She said.

“You don’t like people much, do you?” he asked.

“That doesn’t really matter either, now does it? See you later, Tristan.” She said before migrating over to Alison.

Tristan smiled and walked away to go spend the last 15 minutes in the music room. This Hannah girl wasn’t like anybody he had met before. She was kind, as he saw from the change of clothes on Alison, but fierce and a bit cold. It made him wonder what her story was, what made her how she is, and maybe she wasn’t going to share but he still wanted to know. He proceeded to sit down and let his hands run down the keys. Maybe today was a Chopin day. He cleared all thoughts from his head and focused, not messing up once.

He would always come in here to clear his mind before break was over. And Hannah was filling his thoughts so he definitely had to clear his mind. Although, his throat began to burn a little bit which meant he wouldn’t have too much time hear before he had to go get a drink. He let the song attack his brain, ignoring the throbbing in his throat as he played the song at its intended tempo. A few moments later, however, he heard a chair crash and he stopped.

“Shit…” He heard somebody swear.

A female. He stood from the piano and advanced over there to see who it was, only to find Hannah by the door. She was bolting quite quickly but he managed to stop her.