Lewis POV:
“Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?” I sang, music blaring. Fuck the kids who are trying to have a nap; if I am going to live here, may as well enjoy it. I have learnt that you never know what is around the corner.
“Oi! Turn that down this instant, kid!” Robert screamed in my face after he burst into my prison cell.
“S-sorry” I stuttered. ‘God, why am I such a wimp?’
“Come downstairs, we have some activities that everybody has to do. No exceptions. So don’t even think about trying to squirm out of it you little rat.”
“Errghh” I groaned before stomping down behind him. This ‘activity’ means you have to talk to other people that I do not want to do. My social anxiety is terrible. I hate speaking… I only like it if I converse to Shannon.
I walked into the large room and glanced around; children of all ages were banging on drums, badly playing keyboards and squeaking the flute. Generally, an awful racket. In a corner, where nobody was near, stood a beautiful acoustic guitar. Picking it up, I slid down the wall trying to recall what my music teacher taught me in class. Hitting a few notes, it all came flooding back to me.
“Glad to see that you can actually do something” Smirked Robert.
I simply ignored him concentrating on playing. I quietly performed Therapy by one of my favourite bands, All Time Low:
‘In a city of fools, I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane
A handful of moments, I wished I could change
But I was carried away
Give me a therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery’
I just wished Shannon was here to sing with me.
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Disposable Teenagers
Novela JuvenilAfter joining a new school, Shannon finds a boy who fascinates her and quickly friends him. This is the story on how one friendship can turn into something much bigger...
