Soul Music

That one type of music that draws you in no matter what people say. That one type of music that seems to match your mood no matter what. That one type of music is your own soul music, it's what comes from within. My soul music is folk/indie rock. It can be happy, sad and angry but I can always find a song to match my mood. I even write my own folk rock songs but no one will ever hear them. Sitting in a field just outside of town with my guitar and a note book I was currently writing a peaceful song that was very calm just like I was feeling. I could always write a song out here and I was never disturbed by someone trying to find me as long as I was home for five. I was just strumming a few chords when the alarm on my phone went to warn me I had fifteen minutes to get home. I packed up and left preparing myself for the noise that would be my parents fighting.

They had been fighting a lot recently mainly about how according to the other they weren't a good parent and the reason for my average grades and my firm interest in music. Both my parents were doctors so wanted me to follow in their foot steps but I couldn't see me being a doctor, to be honest I was really socially awkward and was really didn't like working with people at least until it came to music. Music was the one thing in life I felt like I could express myself. I could talk all day about it and never repeat myself. Even thinking about it now made me feel calm and happy. Turning up the path to my house I noticed that the car was missing. 'That's strange, they're normally home,' I thought as I tried to open the door but it was locked. Luckily I had my keys with me. Unlocking the door, the house was unusually quiet.

Creeping through the house I came across a note in the kitchen. Placing my guitar on the kitchen table ever so carefully. I picked up the note with my shaky hands and read it.

Evelyn

We have decided to move on as we were not happy where we were but it seemed unfair to move you halfway through the year when you don't make friends easily. We have asked for the son of some old friends to stay with you just until you have graduated from school. You will need to get a job and possibly pay less attention to your guitar.

He will be coming over about nineish their is some mac and cheese in the fridge enjoy.

Mum & dad

Complete and utter pricks! I thought as I stared at the note in complete and utter disgust. Crumpling up the note I chucked it in the bin and went to heat up the mac and cheese. Wondering who the guy would be, I ate my dinner. Not only did no one know me at school but I didn't know anyone but the teachers. Cleaning up I noticed I had got cheese on my top so I quickly ran up the stairs to change. I was now wearing a checked shirt with a white vest top underneath, grey skinny jeans, red well-worn convers, grey baggy beanie and my thick black glasses which I actually do need. My eye sight isn't that bad but I need them for every day life or else everything goes a bit fuzzy and I get headaches. My long blond wavy hair hangs down at my lower back. I thought about going to look at my parents room to see if any of their stuff was there, indicating that they would come back but decided against it as I knew there would be nothing. I went down to the living room and grabbed my guitar and started to play what ever came into my head.

I don't know how long I sat on the floor playing my guitar but I was soon brought out of my thoughts by the door bell ringing. I placed my guitar on the sofa and walked through to answer the door. Opening the door I came face to face with a rather tall good looking guy. He seemed familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen him before. "Hi. I'm taking it that your Evelyn. I was asked by my parents to stay with you until you leave school or until your parents come home. Hang on are you in my English class?" I stood shocked at his openness. I noticed he had a suitcase with him so I moved aside to let him in.

"I um I don't really know," I mumbled, "I'll show you to your room," as the house only had two bedrooms I guessed he was sleeping in what was my parents room. He followed me silently but I could feel his eyes looking around before settling on the back of my head.