It was two months after my break up with the player. Today I stayed after school to help set up graduation, when it hit me that I was wearing a white polo not a maroon one. I called mom, then we were transitioned to the orchestra class room.
I complained about being single, when my friend Christy spoke up indicating her. The girl who hid behind her hair. I couldn't help but stare curiously and smirk. Truly cute. Adorable but no. 'Who are you to be picky you brat?!' The voice yelled at me. I sighed practicing my songs to try to help my crappy playing.
The kid was seated next to me. "Hey." I said to her simply. She waved in response. This will be a boring night with no one to talk to.
Time skip
Of course I failed every song and sweated badly but its fine. I don't care for violin anyways. I couldn't stop thinking of the girl.
