Music Teacher

Chapter 3

Once she was inside, and I heard the door lock, I headed to lean against it. Every part of my body was screaming no, as was my conscious, that I should leave now before the door pulled open and possibly cause me to stumble to their feet, and then get me in trouble.

But I had to stay, the sympathetic look Ms. Honey kept giving me, only grew the gut feeling that whatever was going on behind the door was about me. I leaned my ear against the door, with one foot out and ready in case I had to make the escape for my salvation.

At first there was nothing, I heard chairs move and scrape the wooden floor but that was it, and then...

"I received your email, but I didn't quite understand." Ms. Honey spoke. Her tone, once again, sympathetic.

"There's been new information on the girl's parents," Mrs. Johnson said quietly. I moved my other foot from under the door, so it wouldn't be seen.

"Reyna?"

"Yeah."

Ms. Honey sighed. "They've been found?"

I froze. And even though I couldn't move already, it took everything in me to hold myself back from barging through the door and demanding to know more, to be taken to them. My heart felt like it'd beat out my chest any second at the pace it was going. I was so excited and nervous, but also scared. So many emotions I had to keep myself from crying. This had been the moment I'd been waiting for my whole life. Ever since I was brought here. And now I was words away from knowing where they were.

After Ms. Honey spoke there was no sound. And she spoke again, as if replying.

"Do you know where?" She asked.

"Just outside of the city," Mrs. Johnson replied.

I let out a sigh of relief. That wasn't so far away, it was approximately...well I wouldn't know how far or how long really, but at least it wasn't out of the country. I wouldn't mind it being out of state, I didn't care. My mind, heart, and soul were completely set in finding them. I had courage, I just needed a point B.

"But why are you telling me?" Ms. Honey asked.

"You're her therapist, and closer to her than any of us, I thought it be best if you told her instead."

• • •

I'd stopped singing to the "wind" when we watched the Little Mermaid, I realized I couldn't top that.

That wasn't really the reason (not the full one at least) but eventually I grew up, and so did my common sense, so now I only sat there and listened to my MP3 and/or read a book - if they ever caught my eye. There were times when Tasha would bring me my food, whenever Tasha felt like it, if I ever forgot to get it myself, and it mostly always came half eaten.

I was sitting there now. With her.

"So why did you tell me? Out of all people."

"Because you won't tell anyone."

"HA!" She laughed. "And what makes you think that?"

"I know you won't, otherwise you would've told someone about my things I've been hiding."

"Your MP3?" She rolled her eyes.

"Besides that. I know you know about my bag of clothes, I saw you going through it the other day."

She turned her head away.

Two days after I'd overheard Ms. Honey and Mrs. Johnson, I was walking back to my room from my morning shower when I heard noises of a bag rustling in the room. The door was barely open with only an inch of open space to let me see who was there.