The Duet

PROLOGUE

KYRA'S P.O.V.

I would not that my life was sad in fact my childhood was happier than many young ladies out there. At least till my mom's death. Even now my life is moreover happy. I will not describe it as sad but I would rather call it uncertain. I don't know what life has planned for me at every step. That is how life is supposed to be right? I talk a lot. SO much that I forgot to introduce myself.

I am Kyra Black and I am collecting money to go to a proper UNI. I am not a girl who is pretty; in fact I am poles apart from it. I am fat and I feel I am too fat. I have fuzzy hair and the only mark I possess of beauty is the dimples on my cheeks when I smile. I wear a specs and my fashion sense is worse than a cow. But I am a good friend, at least my best friend think so. My best friend is Zoella. She is quite pretty actually prettier than any model out there.

As a child I had all the things you can ever dream of. My mom was married to her childhood sweetheart. My dad was very rich and my mom mostly stayed at home.. I went to a good school and had bunch of friends. Even though I never was a straight A student but I got admission as my dad was rich. I had met my best friend Zoella there. We were inseparable and we still are. I live with her. One day my parents had a big fight leading to their divorce. The business fell apart. Dad got involved with crime and had many cases pending against him. Mom died in a car accident or so I am supposed to believe. I know that my dad killed her. I had heard my Uncle and Aunts discussing that. My relatives tried to take me with them but I refused. I was 16 back then and I was more matured than others of my age. Zoella and her parents took me in with them to stay. We were a family till we moved out to our own apartment as we turned 18. It was not like her parents were rich; in fact they were quite poor. SO we did not expect any money from their side. We never planned to shift but we had to. They decided to sell everything off to repay their loans. Fortunately we got a flat for less as a house to stay. I still don't have enough money to go to the UNI. Zoella (or Zee) being the pretty one went for a fashion designing course and also tried modelling. I was sure she could make it.

Apart from Zee, there was one thing that never left my side. That was my guitar. I was not a good student, in fact failing was not something difficult for me. My guitar was patient. I talked to it, played it till my fingers bled, and kept it beside me on my bed as a sense of safety. I wanted to study music, sell arenas and perform. I wanted to spread happiness and music. Surely one day. But right now I wanted to get my degree to understand the technical aspect of music. I can sing but not understand the theory of music. For me it is important to have a degree. Call me old school but this is who I am.

Yet now there was one thing I needed to do. Get my ass up and work.