Once again I'm in the dark. I can't sleep like most nights. I hate that I can't sleep. I look around my room listening to every little noise that is made. It calms me. After living alone for close to 3 years really messes with you. I look at the clock and sighed. Only 3 more hours of this, but then again I start music class today. I hope they don't make me sing. I can't. But what can I do but sign. I hope Tyler's in my class at least than someone can explain that I can't speak. More than likely I'll just be writing music and making others play it. The only bad part they won't have the same emotion with the songs more than likely. I decided to get up and walked to the bathroom, turning I looked at the mirror. My long jet black hair going all the way down my back and it looks messy. My eyes not there usually aqua green color but silver or gravy looking. My eyes are weird they do this from time to time. People think I wear contacts but they just turn different colors. However, I was born with silver or grayish eyes. My lips pink and plump, my skin as white as snow. There's only one thing I could say that describe me the best that's ugly. I hate how I look, but most people would say that I look beautiful. Those people are blind. I look like nothing but trash. I look away from the mirror and start getting ready for the day even if I still have about 2 hours and 55 minutes before I have to get up. After I took a show, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair back into a ponytail I went to my closet and picked out an outfit.
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(A/N:this is what he is wearing)
I can barely fit boys clothes so I always have to wear girl clothes. I really don't mind, I got bullied for it once but I really don't care. I pulled out my phone and looked at a few notification. As I was I saw I had a notification on my Instagram. I don't even use my Instagram or other social media I just have them for some of the people who said I should get one and wouldn't stop bugging me about it until I got it. I clicked on the message.
CHAT WITH ONE_NOTE_ONE_SONG
YESORNO
ONE_NOTE_ONE_SONG:
Hey. I've seen some of your work I like your music :)
Who the hell is this!!! I know a lot of people listen to my music. It's kinda hard when it's literally every where in the music word.
PianoBoy: Who the hell are you and how did you get my Instagram??
I stared at my screen waiting for an answer because I can see that this person is online because it says that they seen what I wrote. When my phone made a ding I looked at it.
