Oakley [ON HOLD]

03

Beethoven's Cello Sonata No.3

A cello piece that had occupied my last couple days. I had been working on it in practice for my upcoming cello competition that was for all players within the U.S and Europe. The competitors were to play one composed piece by someone else and one composed by themselves. I had already completed my composed piece so now I just had to finish this one. I never had a problem playing the cello, it always came naturally, and my awards reflected on that fact.

Alone with my adopted families wealth and status in New York I was also quite known for my Cellist awards and acknowledgments in becoming one of the top five below 18s in Europe and the U.S. I have had multiple interviews about my cello achievements and such but presumably that all stopped yesterday when I arrived at the academy. As far as I'm aware Donna and Reed released a statement to the press about me attending an unnamed 'gifted' academy and that I would be there for quite sometime. It didn't bother me though because I always played and composed cello pieces for myself and no one else, and wasn't a big fan of the interviews.

It was the only one true thing that the Arison's didn't taint. They didn't like me playing the cello so I was never permitted to practice at home. But they sure did like the attention it brought on for themselves.

After the first class of my first day here at the academy I decided to skip my other classes by getting approval from the headmaster to book a practice studio time and find a compatible cello that's available that I could play. He agreed immediately which surprised me and he later confessed that he would be glad to assist me and that he was honoured to be having me practice at his academy.

I thanked him for his offer and for reserving the majority of each day under my name for the practice studio. After that meeting which took an hour or two I immediately found a cello the was unreserved that would work until I was sent my own one. I grabbed it and began practicing the piece.

♡♡♡

A sharp bell rang bringing me out of my tunnel vision daze to my piece. Although I continued playing having the piece played almost perfectly. My back aches and my arms slightly sagged from being held up for such a long amount of time, I felt a cramp begin to build in my hand causing me to speed up the pace, the notes becoming unbearably fast.

I finished quickly and lightly brought my fingers away from the cello, wincing at the pain now springing from my fingertips, I squeezed my hand tightly trying to ride out the cramp hoping to would dissolve quickly. After a couple minutes and the pain dissipating I unclamped my hand. I stared down at them, callouses forming and old ones split open, fingertips a now red colour with a indented line that seemed to permanently reside there across the tip.

I slightly sighed before walking over to my backpack and digging around inside. Finally finding the white medical tape, I tear off small pieces with my teeth, wrapping it around the bloody callouses and cuts. The red blood slowly seeping through some parts of the white tape.

Normally Esme would help me with my cuts but now she can't. I've even lost her for the time being.

Throwing the roll of tape back into my backpack, I zip it up and drape the holding strap across my fingers. I quickly grab the cello case and carefully put it into it and then sign out of the studio. Leaving the studio I pop in my headphones and drape the cello case across my back tightly not wanting it to accidentally fall.

Not seeing many people in the hallway I quickly maneuver around some and head towards my dorms corridor.

After arriving last night and signing in to get my key to my dorm the TA had looked at my oddly and told me that the school must have made a mistake due to my name and placed me in to boys wing of the academy. She had tried to change it but couldn't find any available dorms in the girls wing or any other rooms so I was stuck there unfortunately. The headmaster also apologized for that.

I wasn't happy with the fact but it didn't really bother me as long as the boys didn't bother me or try anything.

Once entering the boys wing I quietly walked towards my dorm, thankful that none of the boys were out in the hallway. I reached into my pocket and quickly tried to find the correct key among the others around it to unlock my door. Placing it into the lock I began to twist, suddenly freezing when I heard a door open through my headphones. I slowly turned my head and saw a boy start to walk out his dorm. He also instantly froze upon seeing me, and looked between me, the door, me and once again the door.

He had dark brown curly hair and hazel eyes, an insanely sharp jawline and a perfectly slightly upturned button nose. In simple terms, he was probably the most attractive person I had ever seen.

After snapping out of my daze I quickly opened my door and rushed inside, shutting the door quickly and locking it. I exhaled heavily and carefully put my cello case away while dropping my bag by the foot of my bed.

Oh my god, someone saw me and now everyone's going to be talking about how there's a girl in the boys wing.

My mind wandered to all the scenarios before I laid down on my bed with a plop. Since it was already around 9pm I decided to have a shower and get ready for bed. I walked towards the attached washroom and looked in the mirror.

Did I want to wash my hair tonight?

Deciding that If I didn't do it now I would have to do it tomorrow I decided on tonight.

My gaze shifted down toward my lips. A scar on the top lip by the Cupid's bow that disappeared into the inside of my lip caused by Mr. Greendale's rings when he hit. Mr. Greendale was a bad person who only wanted checks from child services and never took good care of his foster kids. That scar was the only one he got to give me before I was removed from his custody and placed with another family.

Tracing the scar with my tapped up fingertips I turned away from the mirror and stripped out of my clothes. Turning the shower onto a warm setting I carefully got under the water stream. After washing myself with my orange cinnamon scented products I hoped out of the shower and started applying products to my damp curly hair. After I finished I wrapped it in a cotton t-shirt and changed into my pyjamas, I then walked toward my bed and sat down taking out one of my books I was reading, The Love Hypothesis.

After a while I put my book away and turned off the headlight slipping under the covers and calling it a night.