Punk Meets Ballet , l.h.

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"hey! kid!" i heard someone shout at me as i stumbled out of the school with my guitar swung over my shoulder.

"uh, yes?" i raised my eyebrows and turned around.

"my little sister, she's a sophomore, she needs some help with her sucky music, mind showing her how to play electric?" a kid with Adidas and black jeans asked.

i nodded, "what's your name?" i cocked a brow.

"nathan, i am friends with clifford. oh and her name is remi." he patted my chest then ran off.

i questionably shook my head and sighed, then ran home before mum could beat my ass.

,,,
aye?
aye.
the fault in my awful books.
-m