One note turns into a measure of notes, which turns into a song. One note by it's self is only one thing in a who story. That story can be great or terrible it's all up to how you want it to be. I play note after note on the grand piano in my home. The sound echos through out the whole house. Reminding me of how lonely it can be a big house with no one else there. However, with music the song can be all up beat and everything but the person writing it can be suffering. We can manipulate our face to show happiness, our voices, and even our music. You can saw you are alright, but every time no matter how good you may be at manipulation and everything else your eyes will give it away. Every time. I am mute. I stopped talking about a year or 3 ago. I'm 13 now. I have black long hair with aqua green eyes. I got up from the piano and walked up the stairs. I suffer from anxiety,bipolar depression, insomnia, and aspergers. I hate going to school. The teachers call on me and then ask me to answer a question and I do sign language and then get mad because they don't know what I'm trying to say. And the kids there just pick on me for being a mute. I hate school and yet I'm super smart. I'm in gifted and I already decided that I'll graduate with the seniors this year. The school I'm going to is called Hill Cliff. It's a boarding school so that means I'll be living on campus. Today is my last day here, and since I don't really have any friends, family, or and one that cares about me. Me living would be like I wasn't even here to begin with. I got up from the piano and and walked to the door and looked around and sighed. I opened the door and left to the airport.
5 longest hours of my life later..................................
I made it to the campus. I walked up to the line where others were trying to get their room keys and every thing. I came to this school on a academia and music scholarship. So I have no means in socializing. I tried that at my old school and it didn't work out so well. Once it was my turn in line she asked what my name was and I signed a K and a C. I know why would a guy like myself have such a girly name. Well I have no freaking idea. She looked at me with WTF face and the frown on my face just got bigger.
"I'm sorry I don't speak sign language. Give me a second," she stated with a happily smile, though her eyes say something totally different. She leaned over to one of her friends and I guess asked for help and she didn't know either. Why? Why me?
"Hey, clearly she said her name is KC," a guys voice behind me. I turned around with my frown just growing bigger by the second and signed,'I'm a guy'. The guy has navy blue hair and neon blue eyes wearing a white v neck with black jeans and black and white converse. He looked shocked at first but then a nerves smile came across his face."Sorry about that my bad just with your long hair and the name KC I thought...."
'Well you thought wrong,' I signed back. He just smiled and laughed. I then heard another question from the girl.
"What's your last name," she asked. I got nerves clearly the guy behind me knows sign language so I turned to him and signed'Tell her I don't have one." He looked at me crazy and did as a I said and told her. I heard here sigh and looked at the computer and started looking. She pointed at the screen and made a noise like she just found the one piece. She handed me a key with the number 427 on it. " That should be on the 4th floor to your left, have a nice day." I just took the key and left. I got the elevator and hit the number 4. As I waited to get off the door opened at 3 and walked in a guy with black hair that went to red with green eyes wearing a black vest white short sleeved shirt black pants and black polo. He glared at me and just waited to get off. Once the 4th floor came I was out of there. I made it to the room and looked like who ever I was sharing with hasn't come yet. I pick what I wanted and put my stuff in my room. While looking around the place something I didn't noticed walking in. There was a grand piano at in the living room. Cool. As I wait for my room mate I hear a knock at the door. I went to open it and there he was the guy from before.
"OH this is so cool we're roommates,"the guy with the navy blue hair exclaimed. I faced palmed myself and just let him in. I turned around and he was looking at he. He then dropped his stuff and started staring. I looked at him crazy and a little worried that I did something wrong.
"So I have a question. You see my sister is death and we us hand signs to tell her what were saying, but you.......you can hear so why do you use sign language?" he asked. I just sighed and looked at him bored.
'I use sign language because I can't talk. I stopped talking for about 3,4 years and tried talking again and couldn't,' I signed walking over to the grand piano with a bored tone. He just looked at me weird like they always do. Nothing has changes even at a talent school I'm different. Without me knowing I was digging my nails in my skin.
"Hey are you ok your bleeding," he asked worried. I nervously laughed and made myself smile.
'I'm ok I just need to go and stop the bleeding, um what is your name,' I signed putting up the best act I could. He smiled. He bought it thank goodness.
"The names Zack Chaster nice to meet yeah. I'm a violin student," Zack smiled happily. I just faked laughed and walked to the bathroom. I rolled up my sleeve and saw the cuts that opened back up. I just sighed and stared sliding down the bathroom wall. It's going to be a long year.
