my new life, in the werewolfs claw

my new life, in the werewolfs claw 6 part 1

Strong people have a hard life, we don't run away, we accept and go on, we accept our scars, our ugliness, the truth and carry our heads high above others, which is probably why people dislike us.  

But what do you do... when your strength is just a façade, for others, so that they do not notice, how weak you really are?  

My tears are like poison to my strength, because once they fall I will crumble, under the heavy emotions that have pilled in my heart...  

'''''''''''''''''''''''''''CH six: Music

Kalas POV

The snow had piled up quite a lot, considering that we were in the city, 30 cm snow was quite something.  

The children loved it, especially my sister, since the morning when the snow had begun falling, she woke up with those sparkling eyes and charming smile, that clearly stated: you will play with me or I will cry!  

My friends were quite annoyed, that snow was blooking streets, those stupid drivers were even slower than usual and such.  

As for me, I didn't notice the snow much, since I had been confined for the rest of my school life at home.  

Yes, it wasn't a good idea to just walk out, while mother was screaming like crazy, even thought it was pretty cool, and I had the respect of my siblings for that: Kala dared to oppose mother! You may have noticed it was never mom or dad, but mother and father. Respect your parents, and such stuff was taught early to us all.

I was sitting on my window sill, automatically playing the music that we would be playing in a week, a Christmas concert, with all the classics and lastly our own composition.  

At least the last one would be totally awesome, a little different from our routine. But even thought I had practiced so much, somehow my music was always sad... at least since the day were I had met Aaron. He wouldn't get out of my head, as well as the things he had told me, and there were my friends, I was thinking that they kept avoiding me.  

Okay I was under house arrest but still at school at least I would have met Lucy, or they would have called me, but there was nothing. So I couldn't help but to feel ... well, lonely...

Why don't you talk to me?  

'Cuz your in my head, and every time I speak with you I end up in trouble!' 

Not true! I speak to you cuz you are already in trouble...  

'Oh thanks....''

Soon I gave up, playing the violin while feeling like curling up and die- was no good.

THE NEXT DAY 6 days till the concert, dancing/music lessons...  

Of course, if there is music then there is dance, our school doesn't do half hearted things.  

Lucy was one of the "primas", no actually she was the "prima" in the dancing class. She had even got Thomas, Mike and Arthur to help us decorate the stage and well Thomas was playing the piano, as enforcement for our concert. And all of them were doing their best to look occupied.  

All but Mike, that damn snake-man something, oh whatever, if you could see him move around so elegantly, somehow mysteriously and his 'I know you want me' aura to it, you would understand what I mean. And this gorgeous boy, was hitting on every girl walking around, and some had only leggings and very tight sitting t-shirts on. It made me mad, but my teach Miss Lago was herself all around his little finger, and hanging on his very words like she needed them to breath and so I wouldn't dare to teach my friend some manners.