Dan's POV
I'd always loved music. I mean, who doesn't? I had so many inspirations and dreams....all I wanted was a bit of support.
I'd been writing songs for a few years, not properly yet though. I just mucked about with words and keyboard chords until it sounded ok. not that anyone else would hear it, I always made sure of that.
Sadly I wasn't sure enough, and one day one of my "songs" fell out of my bag onto the floor as I put it down so could open my locker. I didn't realise this until I heard Adam (the cause of my downfall) say
"what's this? Danny-boy, been writing?"
I mumbled " Maybe", unsure of what else to say
"Veins. Sounds gross!" he announced to the whole school with a menacing laugh.
"read it out!" a shrill voice shouted from a few metres away
"Turning through these pages about
Lovers consumating
Well, it feels completely inappropriate here
As our bodies intermingle unwillingly
And I feel ten morning breaths against my skin"
He turned to me.
"what the fuck is this shit?!?!"
I could tell I wouldn't be able to talk without my voice cracking and my eyes where burning so I had to get out, and quickly.
I snatched the tattered page out of Adams muscular hand and ran somewhere I could hide, the music room.
Looking back on it I know the music room was possibly the worst room I could've gone into because they could easily guess where to find me, but all I could think was "run"
I got in there, locked the door and let out all the emotions I had pent up for what felt like a eternity. I had never cried so much in my life, I just couldn't get over the fact they knew about it. And hated it. I mean, I kinda guessed they would but it was one of the few ones I was proud of.
I guess it's not a secret anymore...
