Heart's Games

Heart's Games|Chapter 1: Enemies, New Friends, and a Hot Tutor (Part 1)

Chapter 1: Enemies, New Friends, and a Hot Tutor (Part 1)

"Shhh! It's all going to be alright," I heard him whisper in my ear. My body began to shiver, and I wasn't so sure if it was because of the breeze, of the sound of his voice or because of my nerves. I could feel the tension since the moment he said: She's yelling, about ten minutes ago.

"I really hope so," I said with a shaky voice. 

I could hear the soft sound of an owl, calling out and filling up the silence. This isn't happening, I told myself. For me, it was all a dream, but not in a good way. It was a horrible nightmare. I wanted to wake up and sing a song, eat lunch with my friends and my family, imagine he's not there, and in the night, wait for the sweet sounds that come from the lake lull me to sleep. Unfortunately, that wasn't the sound I was hearing at this very moment.

"What are you doing?" I heard her cry from the distance. 

I know I should've gone faster that exact moment, but my steps stopped. I was scared. On top of all that, it was three in the morning. I felt dizzy and exhausted. And the summer heat didn't help at all. I felt his hands on my waist.

"He won't hurt anyone. I know he won't. He's not capable," he continued whispering. But what if he is? I thought to myself. What if he's capable of not just hurting, but -I don't even want to get started!

Now, every time I'd pass by a lake I will be reminded of this. Every time I hear sirens I will imagine we saved the day. Every time I'll see him...I'll remember the person I most loved.

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Was I really going to blame Harold? It wasn't my fault, I admit it, but it wasn't his either. I felt left. Like if my price had greatly reduced. Why? He was the only one I could rely on. He was the only one who understood perfectly what I went through that night. Even though I had all of these problems with me, he was capable of making it all better. But there was no turning back now. Harold was left behind in Oregon- without even showing up to say goodbye- and I was in a car that was heading straight to Washington -not Washington, D.C., just in case. And there was no one else who could make me forget about what I have been through. What happened that night will always stay in my mind...and it will replay like a broken record. It was up to me to fight it.

But that was a year ago. Now, I was on my way to a new school. Not just any school, a boarding school for music. Out of six hundred teens auditioning to get in, I was chosen between the hundred new scholarship students, because in total they are way much more. Wentzler's Academy was a big boarding school and the most famous in America. Apparently it was funded in 1965 by a lady named Sophia Wentzler, who had a big passion for music. Her husband helped her through the whole process. Together, they created one of the most prestigious schools in their town. It eventually became the big deal in the entire country. Sophia died twenty years after she had funded the school, leaving the school in the hands of her daughter, Diana Wentzler, the school's current principal. I had read all of this before with Harold, who told me more about that school than the website did. I was going to miss his expertise.

My sister —who was sitting right beside me- observed me carefully. It wasn't that hard to notice the frown on my face. Sure enough, she knew who I was thinking about.

"He isn't worth the frown," Kacey said as if it was that easy. She put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. "You are now going to the paradise you were always dreaming about!"

"I hope it's paradise and not the whole opposite," I said shutting my eyes as tight as I could. No tear was about to be shredded by me. No tear.