A Marie Grace AUTObiography *edited*

To whoever smashed my cello, go eat a cactus

High school.

God. 

Those years are so awkward.

You are almost an adult, and half the kids are taller than the teachers.

(except me hue)

One day, I was staying after school, for orchestra practise. 

I opened my cello case, and my cello was shattered. The wood, strings, everything. 

I almost cried.

There were people there, so I didn't. 

I just went home.

I got out my parent's stash of money, got on the bus, and walked to the instrument store.

I got myself a nice cello.

I deserved it. 

My parents don't check the stash anyway.

Now it's mine.

Well, the old cello- 

it's still in my closet somewhere.