so I sort of imagine Adelaide as Chloë Grace Moretz but you can imagine her as any girl you want idc I just idk
that was extremely awkward I apologize lmao
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"So what instrument do you play?" Luke asked, as we sat outside of the school eating our lunch together. "I know a little bit of the violin, well before I actually got kicked out, I only learned like two songs, so that's that", I laughed.
I've recently been getting close with Luke and for some reason, I don't hate him as much as I used to. Sure, I'm still a huge fucking mess and still rude to anyone who gets in my way, but Luke. He understands me.
He understands how it feels to be so empty and alone and he understands how it feels to be left behind.
I just don't know, he makes me feel, good about myself. It's weird, I know, but I'm not letting this feeling go.
"What?" He laughed. "How'd you get kicked out?" I sighed and bubbled up a little giggle. "I never really brought my violin to class, so I just sat in the corner of the room listening to my teacher go on and on about how to play Mary had a little lamb, so she kicked me out and told me I was a waste of the space and that there were so many kids waiting for my spot and she made me feel like shit", I laughed.
I never really cared about getting kicked out, violin wasn't exactly my thing.
"Wow, you're a badass", he said sarcastically. "Well then", I muttered.
"Is that it? Like two songs on the violin?" He asked.
"No, I can play the guitar and piano", I told him, before taking a bite out of my sandwich. "I learned guitar when I was about ten years old, and piano when I was fourteen."
He looked at me curiously. "Who taught you?" I felt a pang in my chest when he said those words.
Because the memories just flooded back.
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"No, Adelaide, you put your fingers here", my dad laughed as he guided my fingers on the string of the guitar. "This is too complicated", I whined.
He sighed and put the guitar back on my bed. "Ads, you have to try. I know you can do it, it's not that hard, I promise. I'll guide you through it."
I nodded and picked the guitar back up, "Thanks dad, I love you."
He smiled and nodded at me.
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That's when I knew something was up. He always said he loved me back and that night I knew something was wrong.
"Uh, my dad. About two months before he left us, though." I explained to him, throwing my food away in the trash.
"What about you?" I asked him, throwing my bag over my shoulder. "Who taught you how to play the guitar?"
"Nobody really taught me", he replied as we walked around the school. "I taught myself basically. I was really into the idea of learning how to play, so I taught myself. I learned how to play when I was like 9."
I nodded, "Impressive." He laughed as he shoved his hands into his front pockets. "We have like, 15 minutes left. Let's play 20 questions", he suggested.
I nodded. It was a pretty dumb game, unless people actually asked good questions. All people really learned from this was your favorite color, favorite food, that type of shit.
"Okay, you can ask the first question", he said to me.
"When did you first realize you wanted to be in a band?" I asked as we sat across from each other. "Well, I knew Michael and Calum from school. Michael and I and actually really hated each other, believe it or not", he laughed.
