Isle of Flightless Birds

Chapter 2

I followed Josh to our next class, English. We sat down and we talked about music till the teacher, Ms. Cornish, stood up and started talking. She called role and I luckily didn't miss it this time. I found out his last name was Dun.

The teacher continued talking. She droned on about books and papers. Josh started talking to the girl on his left and I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. I'm clingy, I know. I sit, not entirely sure what to do. I grab my bag and get my sketchbook out. I never leave home without one.

I start to draw out the rough sketch of a girl. She popped into my head one day. I draw her constantly, trying to figure out who she is.

"Dude," A voice says from over my shoulder. "That's so cool!" The voice belonged to a really short girl with her hair dyed to different colors, split down the middle. "I like to draw too, but I can't do anything like that." The girl has a pink dress on, with frilly socks and black booties. She looks like a doll.

"Really? Thanks!" I instantly blush my art is an object of sensitivity for me, so when people compliment it, I feel better about it. The girl nods.

"I'm Melanie by the way!" She so energetic, I love it.

I wish I had that much energy.

"I'm Kanani. Nice to meet you!" She grabs my hand and shakes it. She asks to look through my sketchbook. She flips through it stopping at nearly every page.

"Who is this girl?"I knew the question would come. I'm not sure who she is and people tend to not understand that.

"She doesn't have a name. She sort of represents me and my insecurities. She is kind of the face of my anxiety i think. She just always gets drawn when I'm anxious." Melanie smiles.

"That's really cool! I think you should name her crybaby. People used to call me that." she shrugs her shoulders.

"They called me that too! Crybaby it is." We continue to talk till Josh turns around. When he does Melanie disappeared.

"Whatcha doing?" Josh asks while he yawns and stretches his arms.

"I just met a girl named Melanie. She seems pretty cool." Josh tilts his head looking confused until a wave of realization washed over his face.

"Oh Martinez! Yeah i've never really talked to her. Seems nice though. Her hair is pretty sick." I guess that must be his thing. Sick.

The bell rings and Josh leads me to our next class, music. I've never really been in a band before, but I can play an instrument.

"So Josh, what do you play?" I hope it's not something lame like the flute. (A/N I can say this, I play flute.)

"I play drums! I suck but I try." Josh looks at me and asks "What do you play." My face instantly goes tomato red. My instrument is so stereotypical Hawaiian.

"I play ukulele." I can't help but to cringe. Josh smiles.

"Really? That's sick! You any good?" I am. I don't want to tell him I had been playing since I was three. It's kinda embarassing but the truth is i'm obsessed with ukulele. I love it so much. It makes my life so much better. It's so calming.

"I'm okay. I just hope the music director lets me play it here." Josh laughs. I'm not sure why. "What?"

"Wait till you get to the classroom, just wait." I give him a weird look. He just laughs it off.

I can't help but to notice how attractive he is. His teeth are so incredibly white and his smile could make anyone's day. His black t-shirt shows off his muscles, making me slightly melt.

We walk into the classroom and I immediately see what he's talking about. My jaw slightly drops. Behind the teacher's desk are three ukuleles hanging on the wall along with a guitar and what i assume to be a mandolin. I can already tell i'm going to like this class.

"Close your mouth before you catch flies." Josh says trying to be serious but failing as he breaks out into laughter. I close my mouth but I don't take my eyes off the uke. It looks like there is one soprano and two concerts. Concerts are my favorite. "You should play it." Josh says quietly.

I nod and run over to the one closest to me. I give it a strum and surprise, surprise it's out of tune. Using my handy dandy tuner app, I get it in tune in no time. I start playing 7 nation army by The White Stripes. It's really easy. I continue to play it. When I get to the chorus I hear the faint sound of drum and then all of a sudden they are being played perfectly in sync with me. It sound awesome. This is why I love music.

I turn to face the drummer, who just so happens to be Josh. I stop playing and smile.

"Dude!" Josh yells excitedly. "That was sick as frick!"

I laugh at his choice of words.

"I thought you said you suck at drums, you are literally amazing. What the heck." Josh shrugs and smiles a beautiful smile.

"Hey, you said you suck at ukulele!" Josh shot back. Touché my friend.

I start to play the riff at the beginning of I write sins not tragedies. Josh decides to dance to it. That's when the teacher decided to walk in. Josh started laughing. I immediately put the uke up back on her wall.

"You play?" the teacher asked kind of surprised. I guess she's not used to people touching her instruments.

"Yes ma'am. Since I was three." I smile at her and she quickly puts the soprano in my hands.

"Play something for us!" She yelled excitedly. I just love unnecessary attention thanks. I turn to Josh.

"What should I play?" I ask quietly. He whispers his answer in my ear and I start to play the legendary welcome to the black parade. Two kids in the back start singing along and I laugh. Once I finish like three people clap the others just continue talking, most likely not even knowing the song i played.

"That was amazing!" The teacher who I don't even know the name of yells. She sits me down next to some guitar players. One of them waves the others just ignore me.

"I'm Caylen!" The friendly guitar players says. He smiles. I smile back.

"I'm Kanani! Is this class always so unorganised?" Everyone seemed to be playing their own things and no one was together.

"Pretty much" He says laughing. The rest of the class consisted of people attempting to play songs and me playing with the uke, but I mainly worry about going to my next class without Josh. I turn and look at him and he smiles.

It's odd how attached you can get to someone after a few hours.

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