Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 2

It's Thursday morning. Violet groaned as she got out of bed. She turned on her lamp, and walked into the bathroom. The dim lights twitched as she combed through her long, tangled hair. It looked almost the same everyday, frizzy and the blackest shade of black. She smeared some eyeliner over her big hazel eyes, and swiped the tiniest bit of mascara. On a average day it usually took Violet five minutes to get ready, she moved fast and quick.

When she left the bathroom she picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder. Before she was about to leave, Kieth came into sight.

"Hey, Violet," he said, and she rolled her eyes in disgust, "What?" She groaned.

Her step father placed his hand on her shoulder and said,"I hope you took to heart what your mother said, she's really counting on you." Violet kept her eyes glued to the door.

"Don't worry Kieth, I'll go to school. Jesus, it's not that big of a deal." And with that, she left the house, slamming the door shut, without hearing back his response.

What an idiot, she thought, he doesn't care about what she wants, just what makes her mother happy. Violet was not buying his act, she knew deep down inside, he was hiding something, something big. "He's like a volcano," she always said, "one day he will explode."

She placed her cheap walkman in her ears and played whats on her playlist, as she always does. Her legs felt sore, she didn't know why, she'd been walking all the time to school for years now.

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Half way through walking to school, Violet finds a piece of paper stapled to a fence. She pulls it, gripping it with both hands.

It had in large print, "FRIDAY NIGHT, 10/21/92, 5:00-9:00. COME SEE THREE BANDS PERFORM LIVE AT CAIN'S BALLROOM FOR FREE."

Violet couldn't believe her eyes, she loved stuff like this, live performances. Her heart raced, It's Friday, which meant tomorrow. Her mom would probably let her go, and wouldn't mind driving her there, cain's ballroom was only twenty minutes away.

She stuffed the paper into her bag, and continued her walk to school. At least she had something to think about today, and tomorrow.

Violet's only been to three concerts in her life. The first one to a boy band she used to love when she was nine, that's now broken up, the second to a jazz gospel group that her mom forced her to go to, and the third was her first time going to a rock concert. She saw the Sex Pistols live for the first time, and that was the absolute best night of her life. Her mom wanted to go with her but Violet screamed until she got what she wanted. She went all by herself that night, and god knows what could have happened if she wasn't careful.

When Violet got to school, she put her stuff in her locker and went to her first hour, literature. She hated all subjects but to her, literature wasn't that bad. To read about other peoples situations and problems, just fascinated her.

She pulled out her pencil, and wrote her name in cursive on the notebook paper. They we're having a quiz over chapter four of the novel Perfume, Written by Patrick Suskind. The book is about a person that Violet can relate to, he hates humans. He does everything not to be around them, he's in his own little bubble, just like Violet's in. Like a realm that nobody else can understand.

Mrs. Creach passed out all the questions, and when Violet read them she couldn't believe how easy it was. It all just clicked in her brain. She knew the answer to every single one of them. She wanted to smile badly but she just bit her lip and remembered that she didn't care about this stupid stuff, even though her heart was rapidly pounding with joy.