It never really occurred to me how much time had past but high school happened and I am one of the top musicians in the entire school, playing 3 instruments of violin, drum set, and bass guitar, some very different instruments I know, I make music for orchestra and band to play, sometimes they play the music I make. I started to live with my Aunt's friend, Sora Tokino, it's been a few years now but the scars on my back still linger. In school I'm not top of the class or even decent, but I pass, maybe by barley but it's passing. I'd rather focus my time on music than actual school since it will actually get me somewhere. I never felt an exact need to actually put in the effort since music is a better profession than say, a mathematician. Who cares though, as long as I'm passing right?
"F. Y/n, usually you'd be on thin ice but well what happened now? It shattered, you're failing the class now, faster than I anticipated.
That was my math teacher, he isn't the brightest of the bunch, especially toward me though, knowing how much I'd slack off, even verbally say how much I wouldn't care about the class. Maybe its valid that he doesn't care about me at all, but besides that he had a 90's look, weird to a class that is set presently, He's a few decades too late.
"Maybe if you paid attention in class rather than write some stupid notes that don't even count more than G you would actually pass the class."
"At least it'd get me further than your paycheck ever will, what do you make? Like a cent an hour at most?"He smirked at me and sighed "Too bad you can't get that far without me, I made a deal with your music teacher, both your band and orchestra teacher agreed to not let you play your stupid pieces of metal and wood til you get back to a C at least."
All color drained from my face, how? I was most literally the closest student to these teachers. There is no way he's actually managed to convince them, but knowing him... he'd never tell a white lie like that, so I sigh and nod, too tired to argue and walk home almost getting hit by a truck on the way home.
At home wasn't much better, I had a stern lecture from Sora but it soon calmed down after an hour.
"Y/n, I love you and all but listen... school is important, I understand music can get you a lot further than others may think, I mean look at me... I'm an idol, but if you don't focus on your studies you can't get anywhere besides the streets."
"It's only math though..."She raised an eyebrow, I knew that was a total lie, all my grades were either low B's, middle C's, or high D's. But I also wasn't completely lying in a sen- Okay it was a total lie, the higher grades are from sheer luck, nothing about it was actual studying or anything. "Don't lie to me, Y/n. You know exactly what your grades are come on, at least tell me the truth, we've been here for an hour."
"Fine... I'll try to focus on my studies"
"Try?"
"I WILL focus on my studies, Good? Okay, if this is over I'll be heading to nap now."
"Alright, but just so you know, I moved all your instruments to my room, no music until you bring your math grade up, at least that, listen as much as it pains me as an idol to punish you, sometimes you need to be taught a lesson."I froze, why... I mean I know why but damn! What went wrong where this all decided to come crumbling down! I knew I was bad at school and all but good lord, what happened to my thought process? I thought music was suppose to make you smarter or something, isn't that the entire reason music was advertised in the first place? Not like it matters, I can't change it anymore.
I looked at my room, it felt like a wasteland without all the instruments lined up against the wall, no music scattered on the floor, every sheet music, instrument, string, nothing. Everything was taken out of my room music related, besides my 2 music boxes that I framed in small casings above my desk, those were unable to be taken out without a key I have anyways. After observing the remaining objects in my room I went for a nap, after all school started to get exhausting everyday, probably from all the instruments I take, although bass guitar is more painful than actual tiring, besides the weight.
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