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School Sucks

Beatrice once again rose early and made the normal breakfasts for her mum and her sisters . Luckily bobby had left as she woke up since he had a meeting that was supposedly important.

she picked up her guitar and placed it in the case and grabbed her bag for school and placed them both at the front door . Beatrice had a quick shower and tied her hair back in to plaits .

she placed her normal uniform on and , left early after she shouted " by mum see you later girls and have a good day ." she walked holding her guitar and bag and headed to mimi's .

she knocked on the door and it swung open after a few seconds. " hey mimi how are you " she asked her aunt as she was invited inside . " i'm doing okay sweetie, have you ate breakfast yet "

Beatrice shook her head and sat down as mimi shouted up to john " john get up your going to be late ." Beatrice was handed a bowl of porridge and thanked mimi as she ate up .

thumping above her told her john was actually up now . she cleaned up and left just as john was came bounding down the stairs .still half asleep .him in a messy school uniform that was crumpled and crinkled all over the place . the contrast of the two was shocking as she wore neatly pressed clothes that were all straight, clean and suitable for school and while john left in a crumpled and dirty set of uniform.

That looked like it hasn't ever been cleaned but she knew it has since mimi does it all for john ,this minor detail made her a bit upset she was related to john for the fact that he is always unpresentable . He is also nearly never punctual where she is early all the time

the route she took was a short one and she went to any teacher who's work she had finished and pulled out a book and began reading .

it wasn't unusual for her to read until the first bell rang. She had music first and walked halfway through the school which was a maze of classes for most people .

she took her seat and there was a couple of people who were in her music class since not many pupils took music .

she removed the guitar from its black and brown leather case and set it down on the floor as she tuned up the guitar.

she then went in her school bag and removed a book that had notes in for music and some chords for songs that she was learning as part of music .

she drew out the bars and wrote lyrics underneath it so if she wanted to she could sing along . But she kept her voice to herself more than anything . Even Beatrices' only friend still hadn't heard her voice . not even her own family had . She felt somewhat ashamed of it. she always had since she was a little girl.since the first time someone told her to shut the fuck up.she didn't know what the word fuck meant at the time. she was only 8 or 9 when she was first mocked for the singing she did. so she had stopped and moved on to the guitar she never wanted to be lonely and not have something that she couldn't connect to when she wanted to vent her emotions.she was not a normal guitar player she was a natural and learnt things so much easier then most people,she was extraordinary, she was a left handed.many women in the community said that she should do something like sewing and practising making clothes for her children and what not. she disagreed with them saying that sewing was going to mush her brain rather then guitar helps her concentrate and has a value to intelligence to have to read the musical notations saying to then that they wouldn't even know what a notations is. to this she was given silence which confirmed her theory. she left the gathering she overheard in the churches hall at the back of the building, where the women in the area tended to gather to gossip about anything and everything that they could.

she pulled out a plectrum and slowly. strummed along to a pasty Cline song which she knew was one of george's favourite. Walking after midnight . She grew up listening to it and this was the first song that she learnt when she began with her interest for the acoustic guitar