Hiding Behind The Piano

Hiding Behind The Piano

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I have been scared since my parents abandoned me. They acted like they loved me then woke up one morning and left. I never knew why and they never left anything behind accept for me. I am in love with the piano. I know many songs. Most are classical music. My favorite is a classic called 'Winter.' My full name is Carolina Blue Haven. I hide behind the piano. No one knows I play but because I live on my own, I make my own money in a run down apartment outside of town. The only thing in town for me to pay my own bills is street fighting. My name underground is blue. My middle name I know not very creative. In my spare time I play the one thing my parents left for me, a black, polished grand piano. I have played piano since I was five and I hide it because I build up walls to keep other people out. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Carolina, or should I say blue, hides because she's afraid to be hurt again. Will she find some one she let's in or remain forever hidden behind the piano.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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