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The Guitar boy

The Guitar boy

            When why arrived back to town, I felt as if that was a good break from this town. But truthfully it was still just another city we traveled to. Just like any other fieldtrip we went to. And by the way London is just a tad bit overrated.

Kind of like how I expect New York would be like, but of course Liza still wants to go there. Mostly for Broadway though. But for me cities never really had that spark on me. Now you think I’m probably boring and I don’t blame you. I’m not that much interesting, so what’s the point of trying so hard to find happiness?

            While I sat on my bed Liza was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I was already ready, but I just wanted to gather my thoughts before I lay under the covers. And I thought about that mysterious guy in the gallery. I do know now that it has to have been a person, because I felt the presence before I even notice the figure. I was so curious to find out who it was that found me so interesting. But I guess I will never really know.

When I woke up the next morning, there was a package at the front door. Liza gladly picked it up. “ooh, girl. Someone sent you somethin’.” She said going back to her American accent.

She liked to do that when we were home. “Oh! Who is it from?” I said excitedly, trying to grasp it. I love presents. But Liza pulled it out of my reach. “It says it’s from some guy named Steven Shield. Oh snap! Ain’t that your dad’s name?!” My smile turned into a frown.

 “Just throw it in the corner.” I said unhappily. “What? Come on girl. You do this every time. Don’t you at least want to know what he has to say or give?” She asked genuinely. “I said throw it in the corner. I’ll look at it when I give a damn about his stupid gifts.” You might have noticed my dad and I aren’t that close. Well, in fact we are as close as China and Mexico. I guess we used to be close. But that was a long time ago. A very long time ago, before the ‘incident”. The incident I somehow caused. But the thing is he won’t tell me how I cause it. He just blamed the whole thing on me and mom’s side of the family.

          “sheesh girl. You need to calm down.” Liza said chugging the thing to the corner of the room. “You know what Liza?! Maybe I just don’t want to ‘calm down”. You should try living my life for a day before you make your own bloody decisions about what I should and should not do!!” I yelled as I got out of the room and slammed the door.

 I know, I know. I was a bit harsh. But It really gets to me when people stick their nose in my family business. I ran to the place that always made me feel better. The choir room. Well, better known as my choir room. I know I didn’t own the building but everyone knew it basically belonged to me. I was always in it, and I go there so much I feel like I should be paying rent. Yeah, sometimes I fall in sleep in there but it’s not that bad right?

Well even when I do occasionally doze off here Ms. Wright, who is the chorus instructor for all grades, offers me blanket and a pillow for comfort. She’s really kind and I’ve known her for so long and not to brag, but is her best student. Anyways, since the chorus and band room is just one big auditorium, there is usually one adult here. And I’m hoping Ms. Wright is here today so I can talk to her. When I feel kind of strange and off, she seems to always have the time to cheer me up. She is quite similar to a caring mother I’ve long lost and but never forgotten.

             I walked up to the two big black doors to the auditorium and pull open one, and walk in quietly. At first I was just trying not to sound as if I barged in, but as my steps went quiet I heard something else. I could tell it was far away, so I tried to listen more closely to the noise and wondered off. The more I did the more I realized what I was hearing wasn’t noise at all. I knew it was music, beautifully played music from an acoustic guitar particularly. And I knew it couldn’t be any of the teachers, because I know they don’t play like this, this was modern. When I finally started to walk in the right direction, I noticed the more exotic sound from more so how the guitar was being played. I walked around I corner which revealed the band area, and then I saw him.