Piano Prodigy

Prologue

a/n chapter made by cara.

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Prologue \\The Beginning//

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ALL PEOPLE ARE born with a special talent, or just one thing that makes them stand out amongst the others.

That kind of person in my family, was me.

You could say I'm the black sheep of the family perhaps? Or even the one that just doesn't fit in, doesn't look like they belong in that one spot or group.

Sure, I have similar looks to most of the people in my family, but it's my passion, the one thing I'm good at, that makes me different. That makes me, well, the odd one out.

Everyone has a passion that they're good at in my family, whether it's sports or even brains, everyone is smart and athletic, while I am just me.

I fell in love with the piano at a young age, around five or six, and I used to play it non-stop throughout the day. Even neighbors came over to try and shut me up, but they never did. I just kept doing what I love doing.

People who don't know who I am just think, 'Wow, she's pretty good.' But people who really know me, would say, 'This girl is better than good, brilliant!'. But that's what I say.

They really just think, 'Show off. She isn't that good.'

And that's how my passion with paino falters a bit, when I hear those words. I'm never the one who can stand up for myself, or anyone for that matter. I always sit back, cowering, hoping for cover from the rude words people send me.

I'm a sensitive person, obviously.

It doesn't run in the family, everyone is strong and confident, while I am sensitive and shy.

The only time I'm not shy is when I'm sitting infront of a paino, my fingers bouncing on the keys, beautiful music strolling through the air, and I am lost in my own little world.

But, my confidence was slowly growing the day I got a letter in the mail, a letter that would change my life for good, I guess. In my opinion. In everyone's opinion, actually.

I was beyond ecstatic to see the letter was from an academy made for prodigies, and it was directed towards me. Arden Hood.

When I opened it, and saw pages and pages of paper, I grimaced. Nobody really likes to read that much, so I skipped to the end, and when I did, my heart nearly skipped a beat in surprise and excitement.

"What does it say?" My mother asked me, looking over my shoulder, trying to get a peek at what it says, whether I got in or not.

"I-I got in.." I stammer, completely baffled. I mean, it's incredibly challenging to get into this school, especially when you have a boring talent like mine.

"You did?" a voice shrieks from behind me and my mother, and I spin around to see one of my cousins standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, a pissed look on her face.

"Um, yeah, look for yourself," I mutter, hesitating slightly, but handing the form over to her, and she snatches it from my hand, her eyes skimming over the words until she reaches the last page, and her eyes widen, and she throws the paper onto the ground, her eyes blazing with fury.

"That's impossible! You're horrible with the piano!" She yells, stomping her foot onto the ground, her fists clenched by her side.

"I tried getting in, and I didn't make it! It's all your fault, Arden!" She screams once again, her face turning red from all the yelling. She pants while taking in deep breaths, her chest rising up and down due to lack of air.

She turns around, but not before flipping me the finger, and storming off. I stare after her, surprised. Sure she has a short temper, but I've never seen her this mad.

"Mom?" I whisper, slowly turning around to see her looking at me with sympathetic eyes, and my eyes water, and I run to her, and she envelopes me in her arms.

"I'm horrible, aren't I?" I mumble, my voice muffled by her baggy sweater she is wearing.

She shakes her head, running her hand through my hair, kissing my forehead, "No, Arden. You're amazing, talented even. You deserve to go to that school."

I smile a little bit. My mother is pretty much, in my whole entire family, who actually understands me. And I'm okay with that.

"So, I can go to that school?" I ask her, wiping my tears that were running down my face from the encounter with my cousin.

"Of course you can!" She says happily, patting my shoulder.

"Thank you, thank you!" I squeal excitedly, turning around to pick up the paper on the floor, and I turn to the last page again, looking when I was supposed to leave.

January 10th.

My smile grows wider when I look at the calendar near the clock on the wall, seeing the day it actually is today.

January 7th.

"I have three days," I whisper to myself, and sprint up to my room to pack beforehand. 

"Good luck, Arden!" My mother calls after me, and I grin, actually happy to get away from this household for a little bit. 

"Oh, I will!"

And I know I will. 

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A/N welp, prologue. chapter one will be up next week or so, stay tuned..? haha

-caraxo