The hard thumps of my fathers footsteps as they go up the stairs ring all throughout our small flat in West hill Toronto, not the safest place to live in Toronto but it is affordable. Creaking open the door my dad calls on me. "Hey Shi, a co-worker of mine didn't want his keyboard no more, you want?" Being quite scared of my dad and his rusty voice I quietly respond, "umm sure," I didn't know what else because I was scared if he would get mad at me if I said no. My dad continues to open up the box and set up the metallic keyboard. I see all the keys and all the buttons that are across the board and having no idea how to play the piano I just marvelled at them. After my dad set up the piano he gave it a good look and stared at me " you better fucking use this otherwise..." I know my dad was going to finish with "whoop your ass" but he wouldn't say it.
YOU ARE READING
Peano
General FictionSOOOOOOO GUESS WHATTTTTT! I GOT THIS INSPIRATION TO WRITE A STORY ABOUT A THUG WHO IS INTO MUSIC BUT IS REALLY STUPID AND ADDICTED TO DRUGS CAUSE WHY NOT! CAUSE NO ONE CAN STOP ME MUAHAHAHAHAHAH >:].
