Butterflies

Chapter 2

It rained a little after lunch and into the last few classes but by the time to go home it stopped.

I hugged Talia goodbye and told her to call me over break. She was going to the states with her family and was going to have a really good time.

Unlike me.

Every break we have I do absolutely nothing except working on my music. I love music, don’t get me wrong, but if I could do something exciting once again I definitely would. My whole childhood was nothing but exciting, getting to travel all the time people say you’re the luckiest person in the world. But to tell you the truth, it wasn’t always that great. I had no home; it was just me, my dad and our suitcases. Some of the hotels we stayed at were pretty nice but as soon as I got used to one we would leave again. And this wasn’t always sightseeing, for my dad it was work. He would always have time for me in his busy schedule, but when he wasn’t around the stuff he taught me kept me occupied. I had a lot of time alone when he wasn’t around, although he would call me like every half hour, so I practiced all the stuff and became really good. By the time I was three I could play ‘When You Wish upon a Star’ perfectly on the piano and sing it. Also with the guitar, I was five when I nailed the ‘Smoke on the Water’ cords. My grandfather said that every guitar player should know how to play that song. That’s how my dad learned when he was younger, from his father.

I never thought of trying to become famous, it would be cool but I can have a slight bit of stage fright. Please don’t make me talk about last year’s talent show. Let’s just say I ran out of the place crying. I’ve been working on getting over it but I’m more of a shower singer.

I arrived at our building and the elevator was still broken. Up the steps it is. When I reached our floor I pulled out my key and unlocked our door.

“I’m home.”

No reply. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. It was Thursday, so grandmother was at her book club and that can seem to last a long time. No telling where grandpa could be but he also takes his time.

I was home alone. This was how I liked it nowadays.

I went up to my room and changed into jeans and a T-shirt. I unpacked my schoolbag and arranged the items how I liked them. IPod on dock, laptop on desk, why did I have my literature book home? Oh well. The last thing I pulled out was my butterfly journal. I sat on my bed and unlatched my necklace and clicked it into its place. I opened the cover and read the words inside.

“To my Butterfly,

Let your dreams take wing

Let your heart rise up and your spirit sing.

You’re becoming all you’re meant to be

Boldly...

Proudly...

Beautifully...

Happy birthday love Daddy.”      

A tear formed in my eye and dropped to join the others on that page.

I stood up from my bed and walked over to my window that still had raid drops on it. I really liked my view. You could pretty much see everything quite well. Big Ben clock tower, the London eye, the bridge. At night it was one of the coolest things. And I’ve seen a lot of cities at night. Still looking out at the gray sky, I sat on my window seat. Just closing my eyes I could picture my dad’s face...

A few moments later I opened my eyes and realized the sun came out a little. I shifted my eyes to the park across the street. Me and my dad would sit there at the fountain all the time when we would visit my grandparents. I sat up walking over to my guitar and put it in its case. Grabbing my phone and notebook, I shut my door and walked down the steps in to the kitchen. I left a note on the counter saying that I’ll be back soon. My grandmother likes me to do that if I leave when no ones home so she knows I didn’t get kidnapped and just to make sure she knows it’s me, I always do a small doodle of a butterfly after my signature.