*flashback*
' "stop playing your stupid classical music! I can't hear myself think! Just be quiet for once!" My neighbor yelled out the window.
"I'm sorry." I muttered.
"Yeah whatever, but you better shut the fuck up because it's annoying. I hate classical."
She muttered the last part. But I couldn't stop.
I hoped she knew it wasn't recorded, and it was me playing, but she probably didn't.
I shook my head and closed the window. After making my way back to my bench I placed my fingers delicately on the keys.
I closed my eyes and started playing a song by heart.
I didn't know they name, just the notes.
It was my favorite and always would be. All my energy were released into my fingers, playing the notes, producing a beautiful sound to my ears.
A smile appeared in my face. But I disappeared when I remembered my sister and father would be home soon.
My electric fingers stopped, they twitched a little bit. Then I sighed.
I heard the door unlocking and I pounced up and ran upstairs, locking my door and get to g out my back pack. "We are home!" My dad yelled. I gave out a shaky breath. '
I realized I was parked in the driveway.
I probably need to buy a lock for my door. I walked inside and jogged up the stairs with my bag.
I have a ton of homework today. Including the terrible triplets.
I know, I know, a weird nickname. But I don't care, I always am. I turned on some music I randomly had from some unpopular people that played classical.
I recognized the song right away.
And so I trekked on to my homework or should I say 'our' homework.
But as soon as I started I got interrupted by a loud truck.
What the helicopter ?
Shut up, I know I'm weird.
I parted my blinds so I could see what all the rukus was about.
Three moving trucks in a row, and a big fancy car at the end. It was so fancy that I didn't know what they were called.
My eyebrows furrow as a happy family stepped out, but there was no dad. A mom, a daughter, and a little son. As soon as the other door opened, I frowned.
A teenage boy. He looked around, as if approving. His back faced me. He had tousled brown hair, and a leather jacket with jeans.
No no no.
He turned around with a scowl, which soon turned into a devious smirk.
My frown deepened.
His hazel eyes met mine. It was like a lazier piercing through my eyes. Like he was trying to read me, to find all my secrets.
I stiffened.
I blinked .
Then I looked down.
I felt my cheeks flush.
This can't be right. I hate neighbors.
