i never went home straightaway. i always hung back an extra period so i could avoid going back to my house and do my homework. it wasn't much of a home. i had no good memories of the place, only ones filled with torment and sadness.
a boy walked through the music rooms and out the door only glancing at me briefly before closing the door.
i heard the final bell go and sighed. gathering up my homework i shoved it into my bag and left.
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Notes - Phan High School AU
Fanfiction"Dear pianist, Your piano is out of tune, you might want to fix that." Mentions: self harm, depression, suicide attempts and other topics. Feel free to message me about any concerns :) Cover image: https://au.pinterest.com/pin/478296422904626132/
