Leila's life was simple as classical music when she surround herself with her loved ones and rhythm. Other than being criticized and likely bullied by the jocks and preps, Leila finds solace with one of the unexpected ones. Xander. They were very di...
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.................................................................. ~~~ "Beautiful ones, can change people's life all the way. And you? You are the change, my dearie." ~~~
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"AND that's the difference between emotional and stiff words." I said to Malory as she took one scoop of blueberry ice cream into her mouth. "Yeah. Sounds like stiff words are bad thing for you." She stated a fact about me. "Why?" "Because it's important for music to based on diversity and bringing yourself in." I answered tentatively, cleaning up her music stuff. "Music is a part of your soul. Not like the dolls you always play and just leave them away." "Hey! I don't do that." "The thief has been stated guilty as she already gave in."
Malory eye rolled her deep green with a rim of pale eyes after she finished the hourglass scooped with blue berry and vanilla flavored ice cream. Putting the hourglass onto the round shaped lavender table and suddenly focused at her slender legs altogether trying to find an exact reason meaning to the moment, the forever moment.
"Hey. It's okay." "No. It isn't Lei. That's why it's called disabilities." Malory said, trying to stay together like a brave one but we all know nobody can hold strength even the most fighter types.
A little bit of water came along but I swiftly removed her before it could visualize onto the brown wooden floor.
"Mal, this is what defines you. You are different, smart...beautiful. And if you down like this...all just..." I fixated the pink ribbon up on her curly brown hair and gave a smile. "The stupid mistake of creating a bad music rhythm."
We burst into laugh and I felt tiny little of gladness that I made her forget about things like these. Malory was a music student of mine. She learned harmonium from me and I set up the stuff and teach her a few lyrics of creating music and the all through rhythm. She was a lot younger than me which means I got a little sister in herself.
