🌟 a group of rowdy teenagers from the early 90s see life from many different perspectives but have stuck by each other since childhood and their experiences in highschool together as friends🌟
I can't stop reminiscing on the wonderful day yesterday which is all thanks to my friends. But now today was another typical day, wake up, get dressed, eat and then catch the bus to school with Kayla. That name put a smile on my face and gave me the strength to get up and out of bed.
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Today is my favorite day of the week for only one reason, band practice! Since I was young I had played piano it was always something that would calm me down in those certain moments. I have been working on producing a song of my own to share with my friends and the other band kids. As soon as I see the bus arriving in front of me I snap back out of my daydream and jump on. I walk down the squished aisle of the bus and sit in the regular seat were Kayla is sitting. I say hello and she says it back. She looks extremely pretty today, it makes me want to punch something over and over again. I caught myself staring, is it normal as a girl to think other girls are pretty? I've been asking my self this question for years and I've yet to learn the answer. The way her brunette locks falls down framing her godly sculpted face.. enchanting. I couldn't stop staring and I hope she didn't notice, I don't want her to think I'm weird ... oh god what if she thinks I'm weird. I could ramble on about my feelings but I'm writing to document my years of teenage hell. The bus stops outside the school and the crowded bus was soon empty. As per usual me and the gang all meet up outside the school and walk in together then divided into our care groups. We promised to see each other at break , besides me ... I would be busy with practice, that news gave mixed signals of proud-ness and sadness. Once the bell rang I bolted unlike yesterday , no bounce in my step. The music room at this time was unoccupied so it peaceful the only sounds being the harmony of the piano as I created new tunes. then sudden screeches as I slammed my fists onto the keys with flames in my eyes. Everything I try and make sounds terrible , sounds like hell.. I can't do it , I don't know how. More horrid sounds come from the piano and I hit it one more time as I also yell critical words at myself. My breathes become slower and I stand up and leave the room in search Of my friends. The bell goes just as I find them but we all walk together anyways. Band practice at lunch but as a group this time. The end of the day arrives me and Kayla catch the bus back home, I get off first and walk up the stepping stone path. I yell to my mum I'm home as she's in her office working like always, since father left she focuses more on work than us. I decided the sit out in my small uncured for backyard to just listen the breeze ..just for a moment . But that is interrupted by the door bell continuously ringing so I storm to the door I was at just moments ago and opened it. You see it was someone I'd never thought I'd see ... ever again.
