The Music Next Door

Prologue

The Music Next Door

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Prologue-

"ah home sweet home" I said as I took the house keys out of my bag and unlock the door as fast as possible.

I ran in to my room , threw my bag aside took off my shoes and fall face-first on my bed. I am fucking tired.

Why the hell do we have to go school. I mean school can do the world a favor and burn in hell. The only fun part of school is lunchtime when I can sit next to my one and only bestfriend and talk about the most random things ever.

I have to walk 20 minutes to school and back everyday. I hate walking I hate sports but I am definitely not lazy. I mean I hate life pretty much. Every day you wake up, you go to school, come home, make homework and do shits. I hate this high school life but as they say "live your life to the fullest and be happy while you are living" and that's what I am trying to do.

Trying.

You see, I am this lame boring person those high school kids from 'Eight Mountain High' would like to call. Who would call a school 'Eight Mountain High' anyways? Fucking stupid. Besides I don't think I am lame because I go through an adventure every single day. I walk to school and get chase by dogs and trip on random rocks.

sigh.

To be quite honest I do have a life, a hobby but more like a hidden talent. Practically nobody knows about it except my bestfriend. She's like my sister, my mom and my bestfriend at the same time.

And if you are wondering, then yes, I do have a mom and 2 sisters. My oldest sister is 19 years old and she's now studying in college. I get along with her pretty wel. We usually talk on skype. My other sister is 18 years old, she's one year older than me but I don't get along with her.

Well, how the fuck do you expect me to get along with her when she's this popular cheerleader chick at school, while I am this weird boring girl.

I hate cheerleaders. Not all cheerleaders are annoying but most of them just irritates the shit out of me. Yeah, you can call me a hater.

I hate allot of things but I love allot of things too like pizza's, starbucks, puppies, rainbows, unico-

'Say something, if you're feeling the vibe, say something, baby don't be so shy'

When I heard my phone's ringtone I jumped out of my bed and hurriedly emptied my bag to find my phone.

C'mon C'mon it must be in here somewhere. Geez, since when did I have an old bread in my bag. Ew.

When I finally found it I quickly punched the answer button without checking the caller ID and place the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"OMG, BRENDA GUESS WHAT??!! ANYWAYS YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS IT RIGHT BUT RED LIGHT BROKE UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND YOU MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE" I heard my bestfriend screaming and squeeking through the phone. I held the phone as far away from my ear as possible because I would be deaf any minute now.

I sighed.

Red light.

That's our nickname for him. He's been my crush since I started highschool. He has beautiful green eyes with blond badass hair and a beautiful face that can make you drool over him forever.