P.s I Love You

Chapter 1

Roses POV

Do you ever find it crazy how sometimes a song can describe how you feel perfectly? How you feel like you can relate to that song and it makes you feel better because you know that the person who wrote it had to go through the same thing you did. I love music I feel like it takes me to a whole other world. It explains how I feel, like it understands me. Im rose and I've been playing the guitar since I was 8 years old and I still play. My family is different. They are into that classical stuff. They tried to get me into it but I just never did. I guess thats why I feel like i dont belong in my family or anywhere. They dont get me and my music sometimes and it sucks. I am judged 24/7 on my music and on my style. I am judged not only at home but at school too. sometimes I wish that nobody would judge anybody on what music they like or on how they look but on their personality. I never had the chance to show who I really am because overtime I tried I just felt like my self confidence was being torn away from me. 

I discovered the guitar one day. I went over to my friend Elle's house when I was eight years old. We were messing around in her brothers room when I found his guitar. I strummed over the stings. The sound relaxed me. I closed my eyes and listened to the echo of the sound vibrating off the walls. From then I knew I was going to play guitar. When I was little nobody ever judged you and I just wish it was that easy today when you met someone. Elle kept me going in my life a lot. She told me that even though I was different the world would not be the same without me. She told me that there are a lot of people that love me for who I am . I just have to come out from my shell and meet more people. Elle and I are different. Sometimes she tries to change who I am and she is more of the type that absolutly loves shawn mendes and one direction while I'm more into The 1975 and The Arctic Monkeys. We got in fights a lot because sometimes I felt like she tried to control me. You're probably wondering why I kept her as a freind. Thats because she always had a way to make you feel special and most of the time I needed that.

Anyways, I told my parents about the guitar later that day and I literally had to beg for them to sign me up. They decided to sign me up for lessons after about a moth of begging and making deals with them. I started the next week. The teacher was nice. She taught me the basics and she even gave me some voice lessons too. I fell in love instantly after the first lesson. I practiced every night, strumming cords.I found that the strumming those cords was my escape. It helped when I felt frustrated or was feeling upset. Playing guitar always makes me feel free, I guess. It makes me feel happy and every song bringed back memories from my child hood.

Now I work at a music store with Ella. I had to beg her to join with me. The music store is great I feel like it is my second home.

I rolled over from my side on my back and stared up at the ceiling for 10 minutes before getting up to face the world again. I had to get ready for work. My boss was very strict about being there on time.

I quickly pit on a rolling stones shirt and some black ripped up jeans. I put my hair in a messy bun and decided not to put on any makeup on. I never put makeup on I felt so fake. I just rolled on some chap stick and i went downstairs and for breakfast.

"Good morning" my mom chirped.

"Morning" I said flatly . My little brother was taping his fingers on the table. He liked the drums. He was the one that understood me most in this family. My mom put a cup of coffee infront of me immidiatly waking me up. I sipped the coffee and looked through my phone checking all my social media. Elle was trying to get another stupid boy band to follow her on twitter they were called 5 seconds of summer. I rolled my eyes and kept scrolling; typical Elle.

"Sweetie you gotta go to work soon eat up" she said and pointed to the toast and scrabled eggs infront of me. I ate me food contiuing to look through all my social media. My mom played her violin in the back round as my dad played the cello. i finished my breakfast before washing my plate and coffee mug and putting it in the dishwasher