I could just see myself crumbling into a thousand pieces right here, right now. I stare at the ceiling which is the only thing I had been doing. I had nothing to do with my loss and the only people that were there were my parents. I do not want to hang out with my mom, no thank you. I don't mean to be rude, but let's be honest here, who wants to go nature hunting with your mother or practice the newest band piece. She probably wouldn't even want to do any of those things anyways.
I hadn't heard from Ben at all. No phone calls, letters or even emails. I even checked email! Like who even emails anymore? Old people...
Sometimes I wonder if it's possible to live in a place that sucks so bad. Is it? I don't know. Let me know. Or is that school? I think I'm getting my personal life mixed up with high school... Ew.
Speaking of school, it had just dawned on me that I have school work do tomorrow and I haven't even touched it. Usually Ben and I would work on it together after we practiced band. We used to have these little study sessions where we would work on homework every Sunday and then we would both sit at the piano in my living room.
This was funny because he barley knew how to play and when he would try, it would sound like a six year old starting out. I would begin to show him and it went something like this...
Scene - My living room piano:
"Ben, you need to position your fingers so that your pinky is on G." I explain.
"Where is G?" He asks.
"Look. C, D, E, F, G..." I count.
"Wait, I don't get it. Why does C start here?" He laughs and pints at the keys.
I chuckle. "I don't know. Ask the man who invented the piano!"
"Oh should I?" He smiles and starts to play around by taking my wrists in his fist and moving them around.
"Stop!" I laugh.
He then takes my hands and slams them on keys pretending to play. "Wow, you suck!" He jokes.
"Shut up! You have control of my hands!" I joke back.
*End Scene*
I really miss that. Yes, even Ben controlling my hands and banging them on the piano keys. I keep this journal to remind me of the good times, not the bad. I promise myself whenever I read these words that the memories will reflect as good and not upsetting overlapping memories.
Always Remember the Good...
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Musically Yours, Ben
Ficção AdolescenteCameron Evens is a senior in high school. She has a love for music and plays two instruments, which she is a master at. She realizes that high school has taught her a lot of things. Not all of them are good, but the bad ones help incoming high schoo...
