The Pianist

Chapter Twelve - Like A Melody I Can't Keep Out

I was finally back at school. Maths class was boring, I couldn't care less about trigonometry. My teacher didn't talk to me or nothin', so I just drew lyrics in my notebook the whole time instead of doing the exercises. School's bullshit anyway, innit? And my mate Chris just DIED. 

After maths, I didn't have a class so I went straight to the music room, thankfully to find it was empty. I sat down at the piano and went to start playing, when a scrap of paper fell into my lap. Phillipe fucking Lester.

I unfolded his note and read it, albeit reluctantly. The same shit as what he said in the bathroom. Sod off Phil...

I was finding the sheet music for my piano arrangement of Replay by IYAZ when the door creaked open, but I didn't notice until it was too late. I started playing and a voice from behind spoke, "Daniel! Sorry, we need to use this room for a rehearsal right now-"

I turned my head mid-chord to see the music teacher standing in the doorway. When I made eye contact, she collapsed. A student holding a flute who was standing behind her screamed and ran to get help, but just like in the alleyway with Chris, I was frozen in place.

It happened again... It's like I was fucking cursed or somethin', innit. My third eye opened and PJ's words flashed back to me. The shop owner said that if you get snake eyes, you get cursed...

I jolted upright, haphazardly grabbed my backpack and ran out of the school. This had to end now.