The Siren

Chapter 3

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 ~~CHAPTER 3~~

               The next day, my stomach was filled with a stampede. They were stomping on my stomach and my stomach kept churning. I was nervous for five o' clock. Curiosity kept me busy throughout the day. I wondered what the 'mysterious' job is and if my life will be flopped upside down- Wondering if I will regret this. I also daydreamed of different senarios, from good to bad, what would happen.

            I went down to the same street I went to yesterday, I decided to change my hoodie from my purple one yesterday to my green one. I don't know why, I just did. There were less people now. But I came thirty minutes before rush hour- before five. I left Eddie at home this time. He went off to see one of his school friends. My mom lets us go to our friend's house anytime. She wants us to get a meal there and feel the comfort. But none of our friends ever gave us a room in the house. I can see why though. Not many people want to go through the trouble of hosting a family for who knows how long. I worry for my mother because she is always alone in the shack. She would rarely leave it unattended, in fear of someone destroying it or robbing us from what little we have.

            I carefully laid my guitar on the sidewalk street. I opened it gently and pulled it out as if it was some million dollar jewel. I placed it on my lap and strummed it. Although it was slightly out of tune it still sounded like silk. I quickly tuned the strings and started playing random chords until a song came to mind. But instead of a song filling my head, a memory came instead.

        

         I remembered in kindergarten, first day in music class, my music teacher picked up her guitar and played the ABC's on it. I fell in love with the instrument. I came home that day telling my parents I want the guitar, my mom smiled, happy I found something I like. My dad just grunted and walked away.

            I never got that guitar- Until now.

            When I got into second grade I walked home by myself. I remember how happy I was and how I felt grown up. But after the first day of school, I walked to the music room instead of home.

            My soft legs pulled me through the outside school to a building, disconnected to the school itself. My heart beated rapidly, it was the first rebellious thing I ever did. The first time I didn't listen to my parents and didn't go home.

            I knocked on the wooden door and took a step back. After a few seconds it opened and Mrs. Ramirez looked at me. "Ella! What a nice surprise, what are you doing here? School already ended." She told me. I nodded and cleared my throat.

            "I was wondering if you can teach me how to play the guitar." I whispered shyly.

            "Um, I'm not sure. Are your parents okay with this?" She asked me. I looked down and nodded. I looked up and she stared at me. "Alright then,I'm not sure how much I can teach but I will try" She agreed, but I knew she saw through my pathetic lie.

            Day after day, I came there and she taught me more of the guitar. This angered my dad but my mom gave me permission. Then my dad left us unexpectedly, we still lived in our house for two more months before we were kicked out because we didn't have enough money to pay the bills. My dad decided he won't support us.