A String of Hearts

Da Capo

He opened his eyes to a world full of darkness, a sad lull of dust dancing around the air, a dim light with numbers ticking away the minutes he has wasted sleeping, mockingly getting closer to the time in which he must leave his comfortable burrow.

"WAKE UP!" the women yelled, abruptly yanking the curtains open, flooding the room with light and stinging the boy's eyes in the process.

"I am awake mom!" he yelled in return

"i was just adjusting to the light slowly" he lied, thoughts of sleeping another five minutes slowly turning into a distant fantasy.

" I swear, if your late for school again, i'll start having your father wake you up before he goes to work." The prospect of this frightened the boy to say the least.

His father is a very large man with caramel skin and graying hair (Which he does not like to have pointed out). Works as a violinist for a major symphony a few miles into the city, and doesn't tolerate laziness. Unfortunately, The boy happens to be one of the laziest kids in existence. It is because of this fact that his father scolds him at every opportunity, and if it wasn't for the fact that the boy is learning violin as well, to appease his father, he is pretty sure the man would disown him.

" I'm up, I'm up" he repeated while sitting up in his bed

"Get dressed and come eat breakfast quickly." His mom said, voice sounding in the distant the kitchen. "The bus will be here soon."

The boy stood up in his room, still groggy. He fumbles his way around the mess of cloths on his floor to reach his dresser. He pulls open the top drawer to find a clean pair of boxers grabbing a random pair, and not caring about the pattern.

"No one will see them anyways."

he said to himself. He then proceeded to rummage through his second drawer for a good pair of pants, and once he settles on a decent pair of blue jeans, he begins to undress. Quickly he remembered that his door was still wide open, and closed it before any of his siblings walked by.

"Close call"

he muttered, shedding his pajama pants sloppily onto the ground. After getting fully dressed, he rushed out of his room, down the hall, and into the kitchen.

"The bus will be here in twenty minutes."

His mother said without even looking at him. He quickly looked at his watch, the time being 7:10 A.m. She was right on the dot.

"How does she always do that?" he thought to himself.. sitting down at the table, a small smile spreads across his face. The pancakes his mother made with a smiley face drawn in the center always made him smile. He grabbed the syrup and poured the delicious liquid over his meal. "Yummmmm" He hummed to himself, satisfied with the sweet taste.

Finishing the last bite, he stacked his dishes and put them in the sink.

"Thank you for the food!"

He called over his shoulder as he started running towards his room, not waiting for a response. He grabbed his bag and checked his watch, 7:28 a.m. just enough time to get out to the bus stop.

"Jonny!"
an energetic voice called from the back of the bus as he entered.

"Vivi!"

he replied in a clearly mocking tone meant to mimic the greeting of the smaller boy.

"You know i don't like that nickname!"

the small boy said with a pout.

"Yea, but i like the fact that you don't like it. that's why i say it"

replied John as he sat down next to the smaller boy.

"Well then i will have to come up with a good nickname for you! one that you will find equally as annoying."

the smaller boy said, prodding his friend with a finger. He then proceeded to sit in contemplation, attempting, with all of his might, to think of a nick name that could truly pinch a nerve on his friend. His eyes shot open and he exclaimed

"Sabby!"

"Hmm" John said to himself, cupping his chin as if he was truly contemplating such a nickname.

  "Where did that nickname come from?"
he acquiesced, finally shooting a confused look over to his small friend.

"Your middle name is Sebastian, and so i shall call you Sabby!"

the boy let out a giggle as he said this. A big smile on his face showing how proud he was of his thoughtful nickname.

John, knowing that what he wanted was a reaction, just turned his head and put headphones in his ears

"Whatever floats your boat."

he said in his best unconcerned tone. This reaction was not what the smaller boy expected

"you're no fun."
Replied the boy, John almost feeling the pout that was on full display even without looking over.

John, having ear phones in, decided to ignore his friend. The music in his ears was a a violin sonata by his favorite composer Arcangelo Corelli.

John shared the same last name as Corelli due to his father's linage. All of the men on his father's side had been famous professional violin players, as such, he had to listen to many classical violin compositions since he was very young.

The beautiful elegant sounds the violin was capable of making, really did touch his heart, but it was just impossible for him to make such sounds.