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My mothers not here anymore. She was murdered two days before my 16th birthday. I can't help but feel relieved, like a weight has been lifted of my chest.

After she died, I was sent to boarding school in the UK. I wish I could say it was a wonderful experience, but, in truth, it was worse than my old foster home. I was constantly stared at, all I knew was that I was alone. Well, apart from my best friend, V. She looks after me. She tells me what to do, what not to do, what i should wear, pretty much everything. She controls everything about me. Sometimes I wonder whether that is a good thing but V is nice to me. She helps me. I need her.

She even convinced me to play the piano again.

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Saturday, 14th of February 2019

I looked around the train station. The shouts of people, the clanging of the trains against the platform, the crying of children... It's too much for me. I have to leave.

"Go on then, play" 

V looked at me expectantly. "I don't l know about this... its too...loud" She looked at me, disgusted almost. 'Its okay' I told myself. 'V always knows what to do.'

I take a deep breath and stared at the note book in from of me. The music notes seemed smaller, as if it were trying to run away from me. Like I was trying to run away from this situation.

I could see V rolling her eyes on my right. It's funny how someone can feel so small in such a large place like this. I quickly start before V started shouting.

The notes came to me, like how they used to come to me when I was with my mother. Filled with horror and fear. I could hear my mother shouting, the burning insults attacking me. All I could hear was 

"you're not good enough"

"whats wrong with you"

"you're a failure for a daughter"

Tears sprung into my eyes. I was about to stop when i felt the hot stares of a crowd around me. I stopped and looked around in surprise. The audience started clapping. The claps seemed distant to my ears because all I could think was, 'I did it'. 

"that was quite impressive"

I looked up in wonder, expecting V. I think my face looked funny because the boy laughed at me. 

"Hi. I'm Harry. Whats your name?"

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A/N I hope you enjoyed my first chapter! sorry for the bad english haha its my 4th language. please comment and vote to motivate me but im sure no one will read this :)