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у ανσι∂є∂ мє σи тнє fσℓℓσωιиg Wednesday and Thursday.

On Wednesday afternoon, she went with Vonnie, Crystal, and me to visit Willow. She was still the same. Closed eyes. Pale skin. Thin hair. Y didn't talk to me.

Vonnie showed Crystal and Y some videos and pictures on her old phone she brought that featured Willow. I didn't watch them. I sat my Willow and examined her face. It was always the same face.

On Thursday, we said goodbye to Crystal for her way back to Johto. I think she was too tired to even hear us. She was yawning all over the place anyways. Y seemed happy to see Vonnie and Crystal, but definitely not me.

Every first Friday of the month, there were no classes. It was called Club Friday since clubs would usually do activities on this free day. I wasn't in a club so I usually stayed home, doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. But then I found something to do. Study for the science test. I read the chapter over and over like ten times before my father called me to come downstairs.

"Another taste testing?" I asked. He shook his head.

"It's the violin teacher. She wants you to come to her house."

"Oh," I said. "Really?"

"Mhm, her mother called me. She asked for you to dress formal or something."

"I'd rather stay home."

"Her mother said it was important."

"What I said."

"I heard what had happened."

I looked away but he continued, "The violinist said that you were slow. When her mother told me this, I was like: 'No way, he used to play so fast and good!'"

I blushed. "You don't know her name, huh?"

"I have no idea what it is."

"Yvonne Gabena. I call her Y."

I turned red. So red that my father smirked. "Ohhhh, Xaaaaaavier~!"

"Dad!"

"So are you going or not?"

I flinched when Vonnie suddenly came in, "Y's—!"

"Vonnie."

She looked at our father. "Pardon me."

"Y is what?" I questioned as Vonnie hug her coat. She shook her head at me and then started up the steps to her room. I wished I had her big room.

"You'll see," boomed my father, catching my attention. "Now dress up. You look like a mess."

"What?"

Vonnie yelled from upstairs, "You look like you got out of a trash dump!"

"Thanks, Von."

"It's Vonnie."

"You answered to it!"

"Argh!"

Our father was laughing. "Vonnie, peux-vous encore jouer ton violoncelle?"
Vonnie, can you still play your cello?

I ran upstairs to get changed. Vonnie replied to him, "Oui, je peux toujours. Pourquoi?"
Yeah, I can still play. Why?

"Je veux que nous jouions tous ensemble. J'ai voulu faire quelque chose."
I want us all to play together. I wanted to do something.

I imagined Vonnie frowning and biting her lower lip. As I left the house, the silence continued between Vonnie and my father. I'm pretty sure they still thought I didn't understand them. Underestimation.