Blank Like White

Happier When Im Playing

(Please play the song at a certain time.)

I guide my fingers across the keys, creating a happy melody flowing out of the window. I smile and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the notes dancing in the room. I laugh and see my dad enter my room watching me play. I did follow after my mothers piano playing. I kept playing the tune with such warmth from my heart.

My dad smiled and walked over to me. He ruffled my hair and I scowled. Doesn't he know not to mess with a girls hair? I rolled my eyes and needed his opinion. I just got the notes perfect for the concert at school. I was thinking of finally breaking out of the outcast shell. Get it? Ah, ah? No, you don't, don't you? Well anyways, I'm kind of tired of being a pushover, and I'd love to help others break out as well.

I need to get myself together and do this. I'll disguise myself first with a hood, and I'll reveal myself after I finish preforming. It's practically the smartest thing to do. Okay, there are other options but still!

"Hey dad, um, I want to ask. Do you really think I could help out people who are like me? In this kind of way?" My dad merely laughed, but he looked me in the eye. I looked back.

"You, my dear. Have your mothers determination. And that's why you should believe in yourself, okay?" I sighed and smiled. Ever since mom died, my dad has always been there to support me. Every time I would have a tantrum, or when I would cry, he'd be by my side. That's why I love him so much. He puts aside his feelings for mine.

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The weekend ended, and now it's Monday. The concert is on Wednesday. I walk to class with another 'outcast', which is my best friend Megan. I giggle at her puns. Yes, she is a very punny friend. Hehe. We walk to our last class of the day and sit down chatting about the concert as usual. But as we get to the best part of our conversation, the teacher walks in and starts the lesson as usual.

After about twenty minutes into calculus, a guy walks in class as if it's normal. When he puts his face up, I realize it's Terra Wilkes. He's the only person who was reaccepted into society after being an outcast himself. I hate the guy. He's a big, fat, conceited, rude, mean, jerk! I am clearly appalled at how girls fall for that piece of rubbish every day for a whole year!

Everyone's heads all turn to me. Oh crap, I thought that out loud. Some of their jaws hang open and  Terra cocks an eyebrow with a smirk. My face is probably red due to the embarrassment.

"Well princess snob, I think your a sassy, feisty, ignorant, disrespectful, outcast. I am clearly appalled at how people deal with a piece of trash like you every day for a whole year." Being the offensive person I am, I went up to him and slapped him hard across the face. Megan gasped because I wasn't so violent. Ever since- never mind. This guy likes to tick people off.

"It's not my fault you've grown up into a prick." Fuming, I didn't care if I would be suspended. I went to the empty unused band room and started to play angry notes in booming songs, on the grand piano. Managing to calm myself down, I play a certain tune. (Play it now!)

"Music Sheets for Serene Cerulean"

My mom, had taught me this song when I was much younger. Being a fast learner, I learned to play it. And I learned to play it well. It was a song that would remind me of my moms soft voice. The way she held me. Why do the best people leave? My hands hovered on the piano. I had started to play the melody.  A small start, can emerge into a humongous possibility. I started to make my own lyrics.