My Musical Romance

Chapter 1

I loved Christmas. I was like a child, waking up at 7 o’clock in the morning; it was the only time in the year when I could feel happy.

I walked out of my room and my baby brother ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my legs which almost made me fall me over.

“Merry Christmas, Honouris!” He squealed, as excited as I was. Patting his small head, I said “You too.” I reached down and untangled him from my legs before lifting him up. He encircled his arms around my neck as we walked down the stairs.

We reached the couch and Max jumped down, landing on to the couch with a giggle. I smiled slightly.

I was often very monosyllabic and appeared emotionless; making many people think I was being rude when in actuality I just didn’t have anything to say to them. As for the emotionless face, I found it best to not show weakness; people leave you alone.

“Good morning, Dear.” My dad came wandering down the stairs, a small smile apparent on his face. My dad was the best. He never judged me and didn’t even like my mother because of the way she’s treated me. He won’t leave her though, for Max.

I nodded before hugging him.

“You gunna speak to her this year, kid?”

I hadn’t spoken to my mum in 3 years. She told me she daily that she hated me, and that I was worthless.

“You know I can’t.” I whispered to him. He looked down to me, sadness in his eyes.

As soon as I stopped talking, my mother walked down the stairs. I instantly tensed.

“Merry Christmas, Philip and Maximus.” She said in her stuck up voice.

“You too, Mummy!” Max said happily. I looked her in the eyes; her cold, icy blue met my dull turquoise.

“Merry Christmas, Honouris.” She said, coldly. I turned away and sat with Max. He jumped onto my lap and I hugged him tightly. Mother gave me an envelope after picking Max off of my crossed legs.

“Leave now; it’s our Christmas.”

I looked at my dad, melancholy obvious in my eyes. I jogged up the stairs and laid on my bed.

Opening the envelope, realising how much money was in there.

“Fuck.” I whispered to myself. This was enough to buy the bass guitar that I had been looking at for a year.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. It was Dad. He was red in the face, and told me to pack my stuff.

I looked at him, wondering what in hell was going on.

“We’re moving. To America. I’m sick of your Mothers’ bullshit, now pack.”

I went to my wardrobe and uncovered my suitcase, which I packed full of clothes. I had secretly been buying band merch and similar stuff for years, and I sure as hell was not gunna leave that behind. I handed dad my case and he took it with a knowing smile plastered on his face.

We ran down stairs, and I saw Max crying with a smaller suitcase in his hands. I picked him up and balanced him on my hip.

“It’ll be okay, Max.” I whispered in his ear. He buried his head into my hair. I turned to my mother, who was standing behind us, drinking a glass of wine with a completely unbothered look on her face.

“You should be ashamed; you’ve ruined our lives. I hope you die alone, you emotionless bitch.” I all but shouted at her.

She stood there, shocked. And with that, we left.

Alice’s POV

As I walked, I listened intently to Green Day, the second best band ever. I took a drag from my cigarette.

I strolled into the school and promptly saw a new girl. She had a guitar case on her back and a bag in the shape of a bat. She had black jeans on, with the addition of a black hoodie. Her hair hung down to the small of her back. Looking kinda nervous, she was meandering in front of me. She was mouthing the words to a song she was listening to.

I walked up to her. And, tapping her shoulder, I waited for her to turn around.

“Hey!” I said, in my happiest voice, trying to be nice.

“Hi.” She replied, blankly. Her voice and face was emotionless. But her eyes… they begged for help. They were brimming with sadness.

“So, you’re new here?” She nodded, walking away.

I ran, trying to keep up with her. I was not letting her walk alone. That’s how they, the Jocks, hurt you.

We had ambled to the reception, where new girl got her timetable. She turned her on me, looking slightly freaked out.

“What?” she asked. What was this girl’s problem? I didn’t do anything wrong…

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone. Don’t blame me when you get beaten up.” I left swiftly.

I felt awful, strangely; I’d done nothing to upset her.

I strolled into homeroom, removing my earphones.

“Alright class!” Mr Tucker said. Everyone shut up and sat up straighter in their seats.

“Today we have a new girl starting!” This was the girl I had walked with. “She should be here…” When he said this, the new girl from earlier approached. Her nose was bloody and her eye was slowly bruising. Her hair swept over her face, hiding her face. Her only features visible were her lips, and I noticed spider bites.

“My god… what happened to you?” Mr Tucker queried, shocked.

“Nothing.” She said, plainly.

Sir coughed and announced that she was to introduce herself.

“I’m Honouris. I’m from England. I can tell you now that I hate most of you.”

With this, she glided into the empty seat at the back. Everyone stared back at her, wondering what was wrong with her.

Honouris’ POV

I could feel them staring at me, like I was a freak. Mind you, I was.

That’s what I am.

A Freak.

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