Piano Man

The Chapter About a Tree and Sleepovers

Written at 2AM, uneditied, forgive me! Thank you all so much for reading, voting and commenting, it truley makes my day ^3^

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The next morning Kirstie woke up and groaned as she felt the pressure rushing to her eye “Ouch,” she groaned as she gently patted the puffy skin. She got out of bed and looked at her face in the floor length mirror “This isn’t going to get any better,” she said to her reflection. She glanced down at the clock and had to wake Mitch. Usually she didn’t mind waking the kid, but sometimes Mitch could be the worst person in the world to wake up.

  

 She walked down the hallway and opened Mitch’s door, “Mitchie, it’s time to get ready for school,” Kirstie said softly. Mitch moved around slightly and groaned.

“No,” he groaned. Kirstie leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms.

“We’re going to be late if you don’t start getting ready,” Kirstie told him. The sleeping beauty rose from his bed and groaned loudly.

“To hell with school, I don’t wanna go,” he whined. Kirstie rolled her eyes and walked inside, sitting on his bed.

“Why not?” she asked.

“I’m scared,” he whispered as he hung his head low.

“Why, baby?” Kirstie asked as she rubbed Mitch’s head softly.

“I-I don’t want to be around Scott,” Mitch confessed.

“Baby, you know I’ll kick his ass,” Kirstie reassured.

“Yeah but the last time you did that, he punched you in the eye,” Mitch retorted.

“Don’t remind me,” Kirstie groaned. She got up and walked to the door, “Mitch, please get ready,” she instructed before walking to his room.

     Scott walked into the school with earplugs in his sensitive ears, he couldn’t bear to look at anyone it fucking hurt is eyes like a bitch. He walked into the classroom and everything was so loud, he glared at his classmates and huffed “Shut up!” he yelled. The class looked at him strangely before returning to their business. Scott took a seat and carefully layed his head on the desk, shutting his blood shot eyes.

“How’s the hangover?” Avi asked as he sat next to Scott.

“Dude, I don’t even remember what happened last night,” Scott groaned as he sat up and took out one of the earplugs.

“Good, just be prepare if you get murdered today,” Avi snickered. The hungover teen looked at Avi and glared.

“Fuck it, I’ll ask you later,” he groaned.

   

 Later that day at lunch, Scott walked in the cafeteria and looked around, it hurt his head to bad, he rolled his eyes and walked back out, he’ll sit on the roof today. He opened his bag and started looking for his lunch bag when he felt an unfamiliar object against his hands, he took it out and saw that it was one half of a stick, he closed his eyes and finally remembered…he broke the blind kids stick. He took out the other piece and kept walking. He looked at the stairs and his head immediately started to pound. He hung his head low and kept walking forward, he walked into an empty classroom and sat down at one of the desks.