Musical Notes Are The Connection To Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1-He's my half brother

I walked quietly into the History room with Clara, we was early, like usual. Clara was the caused of that, she was the good-girl, I was not, but I liked to tag along. Today, however, I did not like that walk. We was not talking or laughing like was usually do. There was an air of tension hanging lightly over us. A very faint tension that I hated. I could see Clara's frown now and then, she was trying to work out something.

Something that I could not tell but my best guess was about my reactions just now. She asked about Johnson and I played Johnson's favourite song. It could not be that much of a coincidence. I sighed, giving a glance at Clara. She was muttering repeatedly," Symphony...symphony number 8?" I gasped slightly, realising I gave away two clues that I knew Johnson Parker.

You are probably wondering why we have different surnames, Johnson and I.  Ever since my dad left mum, mum changed my name to ''Emma Parker Lawrence" known usually as "Emma Lawrence" I gulped, remembering Clara had seen my birth certificate before. It was "Emma Parker Lawrence" on top, my mother paid a lot of money for the name to be changed since dad only left us when I was 8 when Mum found out about his one night stand with Johnson's mother 8 years ago.

It was all very confusing when that happened, it took me years to understand. I wonder how it was like for Johnson, seeing all those heart breaks and leaving with his devastated mother who is currently at the mental hospital. His mother suffered from depression ever since the one night stand when she was left to take care of Johnson all by herself but she was recovering. I sighed.

(Clara's point of view)

She knew Johnson Parker, it was quite obvious. She played two of his favourite song right after I asked if she knew him. And her name was "Emma Parker Lawrence". She had a "Parker" in her name. I was usually good at this but my head was a mess now. I sighed, looking down.

Had I mess our friendship by asking a question for my own benefit? I hoped I did not but only time can tell us that. If only, maybe...

'' Clara Symphony Anderson!" The teacher screamed my whole name, full. Anderson, my foster parent's surname. Symphony, my real parents name. Here, it was a tradition to put the person who is taking care of you and since my foster parents were rich, they changed my birth certificate to "Clara Symphony Anderson." I wished they would just leave it as "Clara Symphony"...it was like memory.

" Look up girl!" My teacher voice boomed and red filled my cheeks as I nodded while some of the popular girls giggled. Horan's was the loudest giggle, she was also the girl that bullied me through high school. Why was my luck so bad to be in the same class with her again? I bit my lip and shook that question away, forcing myself to look at the paper that the history teacher handed out.

" So...may Clara tell me the answer?" She must have realise me not focusing just now. I gave the question a glance..." When was Singapore founded?" Damn! Why did we have to learn about other countries. Probably because it was Asia.

" J-o...I mean, Madam...it is...ermm...1819?" I learnt this before, I just hope I get this right. I thought of what I said, how could I be thinking of Johnson? Horan probably had him wrap around her tiny finger which, I have to admit, was very elegant. I heard her snigger again at my answer.

" Ahh...Horan, why not tell us if she's correct." Did I get it wrong? I was super self cautious now.

" No, Madam! She got it all wrong!" Horan expressed in an confident voice, like the voice I usually use. Today, I was just...messed up with things. I saw Emma raised an eyebrow, she probably realised the ''J-o'' part. I gave my head a shake at her before turning back. I was acting as if she done something wrong but the truth was I was the wrong one.