Unbroken

Prologue

I walked through the hall quietly. Not that I could speak correctly. The words kept coming back to nab me.
"Loser" "Freak" "Idiot"
The light from the window blinded me.
Why am I here anyway? Nobody wants me here. I sigh and keep walking. The halls and brick walls all curling here and there. There were windows to my right that showed the football field of Sidom Middle School.
I kept walking down the empty hallways.
"Freak" "Loser" "Idiot"
The words repeated in my head and I walked faster. As if I was running from my thoughts.
My sneakers squeaked on the tile floor. I went down the empty stairs.
Down. It was free period right now and everybody was goofing off on the school's third floor that was reserved for the kids. The teachers were all in the lounge room. This was my chance.
I took longer strides as I ran. Though quite clumsily. What do you expect. I'm Andrew Conley. This optistic kid. The loser. The idiot. The freak.
I blinked back tears as I came to a stop in front of the music room. I opened the door and stepped into the cool room. Inside sat frozen instuments. On display in their own see through cabinets.
There was a desk near the corner of the room for Mrs. Don. In the middle sat xylophones and drums. And tubas on racks. And off to the side was a piano. Its choclate brown color welcoming me.
I jumped up and down excited and ran to the piano. Couldn't help myself.
I sat down on the sturdy bench and pressed a key. It was a C. The beautiful note rang in the air. Letting its sound hug me. Andrew Conley. I may be optstic and stupid, but I had the piano. I smiled and waved my hands, ready to play.
"Yes!" I squealed.
And then I let my hands fly. And they flew. Over the keys and past all boundaries. Beautiful sounds drifted away as I pounded on the keys, letting my emotion out all in one song.
I played the famous 'Kiss The Rain'.
This instrument was my only skill.
For those of you who don't know, optism is a symtom where you don't evoluate the world around you the same as others. And there is always one thing you are extremely good at.
And others classify you as dumb. When you have optism you jump around and wave your arms. You talk weirdly and walk weirdly too. And that is basically my life. I was diagnosed at age 3 with it and its been tge same since.
But I won't give in because I have my own dream.
I shake my head and continue Kiss The Rain softly.
As the song comes to a end I hear a voice behind me.
"What---are--you doing---HERE!" I whip my head around and see the music teacher say fuming.
Yes even the teachers hated me.
"I......bhad d wanted to.." I tried to explain through the sounds I made.
"No. Just get out!" she said.
I scrambled up and walked out the door and up the stairs.
When I get to the top of the stairs I was suprised to see Jacob.
He sneered at me and I backed away.
"What you doing here Andrew? Shouldn't you be I n your preschool-sorry 'special' classes?" he said.
I shook my hands out and tried to go around him, but his hand stopped me,
He sneered at me yet again with his white teeth.
"Don't go through there you wouldn't want to scare off all the people right?" he says.
I just nod like always. And he pushed me back. I just whipped around and went the long way around trying to hold back tears.
Don't worry, you still have the piano, I thought trying to convince myself. But of course it didn't comfort me.