This eventually became a habit of mine. Skip lunch, go to the choir room, sit in the back, and listen to the music that played. Some days it was angry wet music that screamed about pain, some days it was quiet sad music that sang despair, and some days it was happy sweet music that gave me goosebumps. I never knew what day it would be, but it excited me to find out. It Even though the music played on, I became nervous of being found by the player. I started leaving early, before the bell could ring, signalling the start of the next class. I left five minutes before so they wouldn't notice me. I thought about finding out who it was one day, but in the end I told myself that I shouldn't. For some reason, though, I didn't even want to know who it was in fear that it would change my view of them. But eventually, they caught me.
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Fiksi PenggemarSkipping lunch? That's what you do best. But one day you find something more interesting than just wandering the halls. You hear music. Beautiful music. But nobody at your school can play the piano that well. You sit at the door to the room spewing...
