A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Becoming Ronnie: 29.

“I hope everyone had a good weekend.” The teacher asked. She taught physics. My least favourite subject, so I wasn’t really paying attention.

“Wonderful.” She said sarcastically after no-one replied.

I had, in-fact had a good weekend, though. Mainly on Sunday. With Dylan.

After the park – where we didn’t stay for very long – we went down to the coffee shop that he wanted to visit. He had had a smug smile on his face the whole time as he sipped his coffee, I didn’t know why.

The place was nice, not posh, but a nice little coffee shop with character. I liked that. It stood out, yet at the same time, a place like that fitted into New York so well.

We spent at least two hours there before Dylan told me his uncle Ted wanted to see me.

We caught a taxi back, and I was surprised that – when I got to the park – Dylan didn’t have his motorbike. He knew I didn’t like them and so he had taken a taxi, too.

We got in the yellow signature together and went back to his place.

I was surprised to find Connor not in his chair, but on the sofa. I was so excited, then, that he was actually out of his chair and not just out of it for bed that at first I didn’t notice the piano that was in the middle of the room.

Connor had requested Ted to buy one, because he wanted me to play to him. I was confused. I didn’t know why he wanted to buy one just for me to play but then, after I finished, a man I knew all too well from Julliard walked out.

It turns out that was Connor and Dylan’s uncle.

He thought, with Connor, that I played beautifully and told me to go in and see him while I was looking at universities. We hadn’t started, of course, it’s only September, but to think that this time next year I could be at Julliard, it was amazing!

“—ronica— hello?”

I snapped my head up, pulling myself from my thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Are you ready?”

I looked around and realised loads of people were getting up.

“What?”

“You weren’t listening?” The teacher muttered.

“No.”

“We’re going on a school trip. It’s Monday.”

“Oh.” I replied, completely forgetting.

“You should have remembered, you were the first one to hand your sheet back three weeks ago.”

“Really?” although that did sound like me.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

I stood up and the teacher moved out of the way so she could shut the door behind the now empty class room.

“Everyone!” she shouted down the hall. “Wait by the bus.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“God, Veronica. You’re acting like you’ve only just woken up. We’re going to New York university.”

“Why?” I honestly can’t remember this trip.

“We—”

“We’re looking at the Physics department in the University, Ron.” Dylan replied, cutting in. I looked around, realising he had been one of the students not far in-front of us and had stopped.