I looked down at the cello which I haven’t touched in months, bow in hand I sit down behind the instrument and try with all my might to get myself to play some notes, but I just can’t. All at once images of the two of us playing together flood my mind and I quickly run into the bathroom to grab some tissues because I can feel the tears rising up within me.
So here I am, sitting on a tiny stool in my bathroom crying like a baby. Now is one of those times I wish Sam was here with me. Sam was the kind of person who always seemed to know exactly what to say. My thoughts are interrupted by my cellphone ringing. Of course it’s Gwen, that girl always seems to call me at the wrong time. I answer, mostly because I don’t want to hear her bitching about how I ignore her at school tomorrow. “Hello” I answer trying to compose myself, “Hiya Nicole, is everything ok?”, she’s trying to sound concerned and thoughtful but I know she’s just expecting a fine in response so she can jabber about whatever the hell it was she called me about. “I’m fine, I just…” I started to reply but was cut off by her high squeaking voice “OH THAT’S GREAT TO HEAR! Anyway I wanted to know if you were up for a little picnic with me, Parker, and Adam”. I wish she would realize how much I hate her boyfriend Parker. Actually I think she realizes it, but needs someone to distract Parker’s cousin Adam who follows Parker around everywhere. Now Adam isn’t really that bad a guy, but i’m a band geek and he’s a jock, so I don’t think I need to point out why this wouldn’t work out too well.
Now you may be thinking “Athletes and band members get along fine at my school”. For one you probably don’t live in small town southern Ohio where everyone belongs to a group whether thay realize it or not, and two you probably don’t go to Rosemount High. In Rosemount High everyone has their clique and they stick in it, they don’t mess with people from other cliques, unless of course that person was gay or stinky. Homos and kids who need to bathe get picked on by everyone, even the nerds have more popularity than them. Now I feel bad for the gay kids, I mean they can’t help being who they are, and plus the kind of shit people do to them just isn’t right, the boys get beat up and the girls get nasty comments from straight guys who think they can turn them straight with their magical penises. I don’t really have much sympathy for the stinky kids because honestly if their parents can afford to send them to private school they can afford some deodorant.
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