C H A P T E R 12
968 Words
The morning has been tense.
I haven't spoken to Will and the silence was deafening. But I believed that what I was doing was right. He had no right to say that to me no matter how angry or frustrated he was.
We had gone for our usual jog in the morning, but I didn't bother waiting for him and finished ten minutes earlier than we usually do. I went downstairs and had my cereal and I still refused to speak to him.
We were currently on our way to school and I stared out the window and patiently waited to get to school. I honestly didn't want to be with him.
I wanted my friends. I sighed in content as I realized Music was my first class today. I had been waiting for today since school started.
We pulled up at school and as suspected, we were one of the first people here. There were only two other cars parked in the lot.
He switched off the engine, but he kept my door locked. I stared out the window and I heard him bang the steering wheel.
“How long are you going to hold this grudge? It was a simple mistake!”
He raised his voice towards the end and I clenched my jaw as I closed my eyes.
“A mistake you had no right to make. You know why I am the way I am. Why Mum forces me to be like this. And you know it's your fault. But you still have the nerve to pin it on me. So excuse me for being mad. Open the door please.”
I kept my voice monotone and I got out as soon as he unlocked the doors. I wanted to scream in frustration.
I got my necessary books and files for music and started making my way towards the room I had walked past so many times.
I missed the feel of the notes underneath my fingers and I admit that I haven't been practicing at home, despite the fact that Mum had given me a whole room for my piano.
As I neared the class, I could hear the smooth notes flowing from a Cello and I felt my heart swell.
I walked into the class and saw a girl around my age-maybe older-playing the Cello.
She was dark in complexion, but her hair was all natural. It went down past her shoulders and it was in a pony.
When she saw me she gave me one of the friendliest smiles I had ever received and I took an instant liking to her.
“Hi.”
I greeted and she steadied her Cello before walking up to me.
“Hi. I'm Jackie. If you're lost, I can help you around if you'd like.”
I smiled since this was no shock. I didn't seem like the type of girl to have any talent with any sort of instrument.
“My name is Olivia, but you can call me Liv. And no I'm not lost. I have class here.”
I watched as her mouth opened in shock and her eyes travelled down my body. I could tell that she didn't think I was serious, so I walked across the room to wear the piano was situated.
I put my books down on the floor and took my seat and got comfortable. I stretched my wrists and fingers before I started to play.
The notes of the Moonlight Sonata filled the room and I heard Jackie gasp.
I stood up and Jackie clapped her hands. I noticed a man standing behind her and his hair was outgrown and in the process of graying.
“I don't recall you being a Music student.”
He stated as he looked me up and down and his eyes darted from me to my books.
“Oh. I'm Olivia. I just transferred here the other day.”
I introduced myself and he nodded as he walked over to the piano and closed it.
As if on cue the bell rang and I watched as student started rushing past the door.
“Olivia. Such a strange name. It has no... no... zing to it. Same as your Music.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and Jackie took a step closer to me.
“Now don't take it personally. I'm not saying you are a bad pianist. But your music... it has no feeling, no emotion, no joy and no sadness. You play it the way you were taught to and that's it. You need to learn to play with emotion.”
I stared at the rude man who was my new Music teacher. He was looking at me with his eyebrow raised and Jackie was awkwardly standing and trying to ignore the elephant in the room.
“Excuse me?”
I asked politely in case I had misheard him.
“Olivia. You need to play with more understanding of the song, of why it was written. I can't teach you how to do that. You teach yourself. Now. I want you to have an essay prepared on any classical composer by your next class. Good-bye.”
He walked out of the classroom and I still stood there in a complete daze. No one had ever been so rude about my music. I played better than most kids my age.
“Ignore his comments. He is very bad when it comes to complementing us. His wife died last year and since then he has been odd. But don't mind him. He will warm up to you after a while.”
She stated as she picked up her bag and walked out of the classroom just as the late bell rang...
What was I supposed to do now?
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