A Beautiful Song

    My phones ringing, again. For the fifth time its a private number. Maybe it’s Kat, maybe not, either way my curiousity finally took over.

“Hello?” I asked expecting to hear a high-pitched voice saying hi back.

“Hey Kam.” That’s not Kat. In fact the voice is soft but has a soothing huskiness to it.

“Who’s this?” I asked

 "No one important I just have to tell you something.”

“Okay...”

“Go outside and check your mailbox.”

“Wait... Wh-”

Before I could ask him anything he hung up. I guess it would probably be smart to stay inside considering I didn’t know this guy, but I really wanted to see what the crap he put in my mail. So, being me I went to the window ,sure enough, the street was clear.

Running down the stairs like a crazed six year old on Christmas morning, I tripped rolling down the last few steps. God, I really need new slippers. Not even stopping to think, I rushed outside and was greeted with a cool spring breeze.

When I get to the mailbox I curse myself for not grabbing a jacket. Oh well, time to figure out what this guy has left me.

Opening the mailbox, I find a packet it has to be at least eight pages long and on the front a note saying this:

Kam,

I’m sorry I can’t tell you who I am, but the truth is I’m a coward when it comes to you. I always have been. Maybe it’s because you are so beautiful, or maybe it’s the fact that when I try to talk to you your emerald green eyes feel as if they can really see into my soul. I’ve known you since fourth grade. I’ve liked you since fifth. I’ve loved you since seventh and even now in our Junior year of high school when you pick all those jerks over me I’m still stuck on you. On the next few pages is a song written for you by me. When I play it all I think is how much it expresses my feelings for you. So, hopefully you will take this and play it on your own piano.

-The boy who has loved you forever

Okay so a lot of things didn’t make sense here. One I am not pretty at all ,so why is this guy lying. Two no one even knows that I play the piano besides Kat and my family. Three who the heck is this guy???

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Curse my way of thinking. I’m in the music room at my house looking down at the seven pages of neatly handwritten music on my stand. I figured that if this guy went through all this trouble to write this why don’t I just play it. You know just for giggles.

Turns out i thought wrong this music is the best I’ve ever heard. Like a soothing lullaby it swiftly blends high and low notes to make something so peaceful the angels could sing to it. With so many rising motions I could feel the love pouring from each note the longing in each phrase. I seriously need to find out who this guy is. I seriously need to figure out why this music has me possibly falling for someone I apparently know. I seriously need to make a list.(Fyi lists are my hobby when I’m not doing school work or playing the piano.)

List:

-Find out who this guy is

 -Play the song on the piano and record it

All I have to do is narrow down the people I used to know and find out who it is. Problem is I used to know a lot of people. Right now though, all I want to do is take a migraine pill and lay down for bed. A love confession has officially maxed me out for today even though its only six.

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[a/n] Hey guys! This is the first chapter to my story. My first story! I would reeaaalllyyyy like some input from people. I'm so scared that it's not good so I gotta know soon.

                                                -Holly