He searched the halls for her the next day. He looked everywhere for a glimpse of black hair and did a double take at every girl that had a similar hairstyle. His friends took notice of his unusual behavior, taking the opportunity to pick on him while he'd just smile and shake his head. The entire day he couldn't get the song out of his head. The melodious tune was playing in his head over and over again, it made him restless. He felt like there was something missing in the song. He found the piece beautiful indeed but he thought that maybe it needed something, something extra to make it all the more extravagant.
He wasn't the kind to bunk classes but then again, he had been doing a lot of things recently that weren't a part of his norm. He found a wooden bench in the secluded garden and made himself comfortable. The tune had embedded itself into his brain and refused to get out. After nights of replaying the piece in his head it suddenly hit him, like an epiphany. He knew just the thing that would make the song perfect. He spent hours composing a tune that would match perfectly with the piano. He didn't know why he was so anxious about this. It was just a song played by a random girl who he didn't see again. This is what surprised him the most though. He had searched every corridor and every class yet he still couldn't find a trace of the girl with jet black hair. He shook his head and heaved a sigh before he ran his fingers through the cords once then twice before he started strumming the tune that he had played countless times already.
He straightened his back after the last note and stretched with a yawn. He stopped mid way though when he heard almost inaudible shuffling coming from behind him and he was almost able to see an escaping figure.
The figure of a girl.
A girl with jet black hair.
Chasing her, he knew he lost her after he turned the corner. She just vanished. He could have sworn he saw her, but then where was she? It couldn't possibly have taken him that long to catch up considering he's the vice- captain of the soccer team. He let out a heavy sigh; maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Sighing for the third time that day, he turned on his heels and walked towards the cafeteria with slumped shoulders.
She exhaled as she saw his disappearing figure from behind the corner. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest and she could still feel the adrenaline rushing through her system. She was scared. She was afraid he'd see her, she was afraid he'd ask her questions. What would she reply with? She couldn't. She couldn't answer any of his questions. She built the reputation of an introvert for a reason, to avoid any kind of contact with any of her school mates. That was in her view, the best way. Today she almost blew her cover, and she won't let that happen again.
Now if only her aunt would think the same. She was burning holes in the woman's head and had mentally cursed several times already because the woman was just not cooperating. Her aunt was the only one willing to look after her dear sister's precious daughter. Her other relatives had blatantly refused and were even audacious to enough to state that her cold behavior would get her nowhere. She paid no heed to their petty comments for she was fighting a more difficult battle, one that not many people were aware of. Her aunt however, brushed off the child's glare, being too used to it and preceded with conversing with the head teacher of music department. With the school's annual winter festival soon approaching, preparations were being made along with negotiations of a special performance by the seniors.
"One representative from every club would be lovely and I'm sure you know how well my niece can play."
" Yes I am aware of her skills and I would love to have her in the performance. I've heard her play during our class and she is exceptional. And as for the candidates, I have just the people. I'll send them to your office in a moment."
