Musical Notes Are The Connection To Love (ON HOLD)

Prologue

So here is my new story, replacing 'The Letter that made me Cry'...once called 'I am fan of Love' but don't worry! I'm sure this will be the more exciting version of the old story, using some ideas. I hope you will like it just as much or maybe more.

My aim is to get 3000 words a chapter, including Author's note. Please give me feedback on this! Poems are included in this story! New poems!! Enjoy now!!

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*6 years later*

(Clara's point of view)

'' Hello? Hello? Miss, please look where you are going!" A sharp voice made me turn around at great speed, stumbling on the ground. Now my back hurts, due to my inflexibility. Sometimes, like now, I wonder if I should have joined dance to improve on it...

" Clara, what CCA are you joining?"

" Dance maybe?" I really liked dancing then and I always wanted to become a ballerina till then.

" You're not flexible enough! You need to be like me!" I could see the frown on her face and it hurt a little but I shrugged it away.

" Fine! Symphonic Band!" I retorted to my BOY-LOVER friend, Emma Lawrence. I mean, I suck at music but my crush was really good at it. Who knew brass instruments was easy to pick up? We went separate ways last year. After all, it was the major exams streaming us to different schools. I never ever thought that would be a great impact on me...

He never actually joined Symphonic Band like I thought he would. What did he join? Debating Club...at least that was what it is called in his school. Here in my school, we called it Literacy and Debating Society...we had more to learn after all. We were not geeks like people from his school. I actually did consider joining but I honestly hate English.

I made out stories about him, my imaginations was good...they brought me to another world. I loved day-dreaming. I missed him...I missed him...after even six years...

" You're blocking the way young lady! Get out of the way!" She said in a prestigious tone before stalking away. That was exactly when Emma Lawrence decide to show up. She was my best friend, my sister...almost but she never showed up at the right time.

" You alright?" I gave a stiff nod. His name rang in my head. I was starting university, I could not be still thinking about him. Six years...I gave myself six years and I still could not forget him. My heart ached and a poem formed inside my brain. I had that talent in poetry, real talent. Reason why I never really hated English that much, it brought me to another world. A smile played on my lips but inside I was hurting...

My eyes sparkle,

my lips smile.

The birds chirped,

the flowers bloomed,

the world was calm and beautiful

but I am crushed inside...

The poems goes on in my head but tears played down my eyes at this time and Emma gave me a look of concern. I could no longer hold in the six years of hurt and tears any longer and I allowed it to roll down. I was not ready to tell her anything now, especially not about Johnson Parker. Heat filled my cheeks and my heart stung in pain. I could not forget the memory of him and it all started with a stupid field trip. I bit my lip and glance and Emma.

She must have noticed the tears as concern filled her eyes, yet she gave me privacy and remained as quiet as she could. Minutes and minutes past, no one said anything. Finally, she spoke up breaking the tension between us. It was a tensed silence which I wanted to last longer, without knowing why. I did not want to talk to her, at least not so soon.