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Hopeful Encounters

It was now 8th grade. I moved away from the place I was born I raised for majority of my life. Considering I was a new kid in school I didn't have much friends no surprise there. I was planning to go to the library but I don't think they allowed food in the library and the librarian kind of gave me the creeps.

However I meet three people. I was shy when they welcomed me into their group. I didn't know how to react nor I don't know if things were different here then they are in my hometown. They introduced me to people especially a girl who always sat at the same bench during lunch and nutrition. If I remembered correctly her name was Amy. She had long curly hair, wore glasses, have bright red cheeks that makes her look like she's blushing. Seemed nice and civilized and likes to read considering she has different books in her hand when I see her time to time. We didn't talk a lot or get to know each other it's either we say hi or wave at each other from one corridor. Plus it was awkward on our first encounter.

I soon discovered there was a band room I was curious as to what this band class has to offer then the one in my school. I found the class that wasn't too far from the girls locker room. Let me tell you this it was better then my old school's band room. The band teacher teaches guitar, piano, wind instruments, nearly everything. I was amazed and astonished. I saw a violin sitting on a chair. I looked at it dreading to play the violin but memories from my mother's voice was in my head

Violin! You can't play violin! Why don't you play the clarinet like I did! It's more suitable for you then a violin.

Again! You will play until you get it right! If you can't play the clarinet properly what makes you think you can play he violin!

Really! A violin! That type of instrument will not be played by my own child!

I was soon brought back to reality by the loud sounds of a drum kit being played. It was amazing someone with such amazing eye and hand coordination can play something so fun. I was about to leave the room when I saw a girl with long straight brown hair, glasses, and wore a blue jacket with white sleeves. She was smiling and laughing. I then noticed she was surrounded by people who were.....different?

I guess it is different here. I know for a fact girls won't make friends who are different from them. However.....she looked so happy to be around them. Is that what true friendship looks like? To be friends with people who are different and not judge them from the outside. I wish I met people who are like that. But it's too late for me I supposed....in a way I guess.

I mean the three girls I hang around are nice and fun but it's hard to let my guard down at times. But I know I'll come around. It just takes patience and time.

Although I might not see them that often when I'm in high school. So I shouldn't have that much hope. I'll have to start from scratch anyways. I'm not to thrilled to be honest but I don't want to stay in school any longer.....I just want it to be over with already. I already started planning things. Places I can hide, places where I can be alone, and also to stay out of everyone's way.

I let out a sigh as I was laying in bed. My earbuds in and my music turned on the highest setting. I was staring at the ceiling like always until my sister decided to be a jerk towards me. She was another one but she was related to me fully meaning she's not my step-dad's kid. She threw her IPad at me causing me to curl up in a fetal position. She threw it at my stomach I might add. "Hey! Stop listening to music and help me with my homework!!!" She yelled at me. I sighed and got off the bed. My stomach sore and sting in pain. I sat at the computer table while I 'helped her with her homework' meaning I do her work while she does something unrelated and I have to teach her the lesson like 20 times until she get it. When she finally finished her homework I got up to take a shower. The warm shower that hit my skin relaxed my muscles as I hanged my head in the water. I wanted to stay in here forever. But my thoughts were interpreted by the banging noise of the door followed by hurry up. I groaned in annoyance and quickly washed my hair and body. I got out and my sister complained that I took too long in the shower. I just ignored her and put my dirty clothes in the laundry basket and back to my room to relax once more. Unfortunately my sister took up two whole beds so I slept on the bean bag for the night.

I set up my alarm clock to 6:30am and went to bed with the last final thoughts running through my head before darkness consumed in a dreamless world.

4 more years......