~Everything~

~4~

                            • America •

I keep strumming my guitar willing time to move faster. Sometimes I think it listens ;however, to my disappointment it never does.

If only.

All I would have to bear is breakfast.

Then 8 hours of school to bore me out to death.

It's always better than staying in that building.

My friends always question me why I love school. Trust me there's no reason to it and overall I don't. In the end,it's just another Hell Hole, but when I get out from that house everywhere and everything is Heaven.

I just go to escape.

I'll  go anywhere to escape.

I'll do anything to disappear from the face of this Earth.

There's only one thing that keeps me from doing so. It's Music. Music; people think it's a waste of time and I live for it.

This year's teacher wasn't as amiable as I imagined him to be. He exceeded expectations while having a knack of keeping me hung on every word. Whatever he was saying, I listened.

He never gave assignments, like all the cool teachers, but he had passion towards the subject .

Love.

We had Music with Mr.Park in Room 5. Everyday, the first lesson, everyday. At this time of the day my mind was  still contemplating on my usual morning thoughts while the rest of me was set on automatic. I automatically went to the lesson however from the very first minute to the last second,I listened but most importantly I strummed the class guitar just to get my musical muse going.

Theory wasn't that inspiring , just rules amongst rules, but when we started playing ,it was a beacon of light;both for me and Mr.Park. Usually I'd grab the guitar and play like it was all I was born to do.

The rest were always asleep or had decided to skip; leaving me and Mr.Park at peace. I grabbed the guitar and played. The other never woke.He always did some of his antics as I did so. He played the air guitar. Screamed. Sang random song lyrics. Every song, every melody and every single note meant everything to him. He sang it all like his life depended on it. In the end it did.

Even when the bell rings we always keep on going. I remember one time the headmaster, so composed and highly serious joined us.  From there on life just kept getting weirder and weirder.

My alarm goes up and my dream stops abruptly. Breakfast actually came, Music class is in 2 hours.

Wait.

I had slept, closed my eyes and dreamt. I had dreamt it all. I actually dreamt a dream.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

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                       ♡ Europe ♡

    It was just another ordinary day.

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                        • America •

Energy rushes through my veins as I leave the house after breakfast. I can still feel it during the lesson and as I leave the class I can feel that warm sensation vanish.

As happiness vanishes when I step through that door to leave class. It all turns back into the usual routine.

I had woke up, faked a smile, went  to school and went back home.  I had played my guitar, cut my woes away and gone through the occasional family dinner.

        It was simple but miserable.

             Miserable and simple.