Short Story

My mom smiles more. “You’re not even my daughter. You’re just an orphan. An orphan that my husband adopted. The only reason I didn’t kill you before is because he loved you. Well, he’s dead now. So I guess there’s no more need for you to be here. Isn’t that right, dearie?”

“I am here. He could not take you from Me. Let them take the house! You still have Me! You win! You win! It’s too much for you. It has become a burden. I have another house for you. I’m tearing you down, to build you back up. You will start from here, here, and then here.”

I walked into the band room after the bell rang, The flutes always went before us so I had half an hour to calm my nerves, I went into the back room to practice. The time came for woodwinds to play, I was a wreck, my palms were sweaty, my heart

The accompanist started tapping her fingers up and down, but the music that came out did not resemble the familiar tune I had chosen to sing! The pianist continually played. Not going on, but repeating the same few measures again and again. My head rushed, I did not know what to do. I began question myself again. “Why am I doing this? It is not suppose to be like this, they should just let me sing.” Then something clicked… just

“What mum?,” Shocked to hear her mum’s voice she calls out again. “ Mum! Is that you?”

"Mommy!" I try to scream. It is more of a hoarse whisper, "I missed you!"

“No, keep going.” Mom slows down and grabs her hand. I know Mom’s angry look; this isn’t it. Her mouth is wide and eyes dart back and forth.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

"Grab all the towels and rags we have, and bring them to the wash bin". My mother yelled at us as she raced in the door with my paw trailing.

Yes, you are mother but you’re not my mom.” She runs outside and steals the

“That’s what you said to mother and look where she’s ended up!”, I yell hysterically without hesitation.

We might as well have had a concert at Gavin’s house! I played more and more, until now I can Ear Play, an amazing ability that takes much skill and determination. It is where you can hear a song and identify the notes and play the song yourself without any music piece or practice. I know many people who can do this. Afterwards, I tried playing “Waves” by Mr. Probs. This time it didn’t work. I was as flustered as a llama in a snowstorm. I kept trying until it felt like my brain would explode. I was wondering why but that also made my head hurt but then it hit me. It was because I was tired! So I stopped playing for a while, but then after about an eternity, it was time to go home. I was leaving, but I wish I didn’t have too. Although the time had came, I was as tired as a toad running a marathon. I left to the car, and my parents asked me how I liked the party, then everything became dim. Suddenly, I became illiterate, I couldn’t see or hear. Next weird things were happening, and all the time I was freaked out as a mouse who almost got hit by a mouse trap. But then I sat up, in my bed. I realized that I was so tired that I fell asleep in the car, and my

I make an aggravated noise before pushing past her. Mom tries to make a grab for my arm, but I'm out the door before she can reach me.

“I love you mom I’ve gotta go now” I said as I was running to the army line.

As I picked up this foreign object and gently placed its mouthpiece to my lips, I began to play. Upon playing a coarse note, the sound of the trumpet reverberated throughout the room while fruition enveloped me, igniting a newfound passion. I was captivated by this skill, as it had become a unique means of expressing myself.