Taking Chances | Marco Peña (On hold)

Chapter 2

The Story - Brandie Carlile

They don't know who I really am, and they don't know what I've been through like you do and I was made for you.

The song above is only played for a short time. I'll let you know when to play it.

Get ready for the cringe in this one ;)

Dinner with Aaron and his son was nice. It went well. I would even say, even better than I was expecting. I found out that Ben, his 17-year-old son, plays the piano which took me by surprise. He plays games and chess as well as I do. It turns out we have a lot in common. I told him we could play chess together sometimes and he agreed.

We actually bonded quickly, started to act like any other sibling would. I was honestly a bit surprised when he said he was a bit excited to meet me. We were both getting along so well and I hope it stays that way. 

Is it that bad that I expected him as a moody teenager that wants to stay in his room 24/7? Now that I think of it, I am the moody teenager that wants to stay in her room 24/7. Oh well, we expect the worst so if anything bad happened, it wouldn't be worse than what you were expecting.

It was the next day and I am currently in school, making my way to class. When I first walked in, almost all the students were already whispering to each other. I was inwardly confused but managed to keep a straight face and make my way to my seat. 

I heard it was the principal's birthday today. Well, that's one way to get closer to death. I also heard the teachers are going to throw a small surprise birthday party soon. Don't know why that's being rumored but every little thing people gossip about these days. Again, not complaining, it's entertaining.

That might be my new motto.

When I sat in the middle second row, the whispers of all people around me started to get louder. They even started to get more clear but yet, I still can't make it out what they're saying.

They sort of saying a word that started with 'Mar' and ends with 'O'.

Mar...O...Mar...O...Marshmellow? 

Is that the new snack the girls were talking about?

Or maybe Mario?

Who names their kids Mario?

Before I could think more further, there storm in an unfamiliar person and he chose to sit right in front of me. I didn't get a good look at him but when I tried to, he already sat down. I would confirm I had never seen him before, but there were a lot of people I haven't seen before so I'm not sure.

I can't see his face yet. His back was to me. Man, he has a nice back. Nice hair at the back too. Damn, after seeing just his back and his hair, he should be a damn model. Okay, cut it out, Lora. You're doing too much. I don't even know what he looks like.

He's tall as well, I can't even see the school board. I might have to ask him to move a bit later. The teacher isn't here yet. When I was done internally giving him flattering remarks of his nice back, I went back to struggling to finish my lyrics. I was just scribbling down random words that came to mind or on how I was feeling. Kind of like a diary. Whether it's about feeling burned out, and craving chocolate ice cream right now and red carpet streets, anything at all. Then when it somehow makes sense, I'll start making it as a sentence and try my best to rhyme it all.

It was unusual why the teacher hasn't come in yet, but then I forgot some of them were celebrating the principal's birthday. They could've at least do it at lunch, people are getting louder here but at the same time, I didn't really mind. I need to finish my work anyway.