1 Chaper One

The school bell rings and every student tries to pack their belongings as fast as possible. Me too. I grab all of my pencils and throw them all in once into my pencil case. I know I need to be fast in order to get the tram on time. My piano teacher is awaiting me at 2pm I need to hurry. >>Ember come on we need to leave !<< I shout to my best friend. We run out of the classroom and hurry down the heavy and large stairs. Right outside the school building we run across the large school garden. Suddenly the whole place is filled with students coming from each directions and trying to get out of school as fast as possible. No surprise because it's Friday. Weekend time. We run down a small road with old stones lying not very organized and neat on the street. It's hard to run and don't fall on them but we somehow manage to get to the tram station on time.

At the tram station we come across a lot of student standing there and waiting for their ride home, into the weekend. I see him right when we arrive. For a second our eyes meet, I try to see why he does that to me ? I try to understand why he has stopped our friendship. But the moment is too short. His girlfriend Alysha says something and he laughs at it. I missed to hear his laugh so much. I missed to think of his emotions while reading my text messages. I sadly turn my face to Ember and ask her something about school, in order to get my mind of him.

The tram arrives and we all hurry inside, everyone wants a seat but most of us need to stand until they leave. Ember and I are able to get a seat at a window. We sit on opposite sides. When the tram drives I turn my head towards the window and my mind goes back to him. Lionardo .I miss him so much and I don't understand why he has done that to our friendship. But I am not angry I don't want revenge I am just sad and disappointed.

We arrive at Smithville. I give Ember a hug and leave the tram. I look at my clock 1:45 pm. >>I need to hurry << I tell myself. I hate being late and I still have a bit to walk. So I keep my pace at a good speed and walk with the largest steps I possibly can in order to arrive at time.

My piano teacher awaits me and greets me with a nice smile on his face. He is a man probably at a middled age around his 40´s. He is not what you would call attractive but he has a warm smile every time we have a lesson. Of course I have not practiced this week, the same as the weeks before and probably as the following weeks. But he does not seem as disappointed as he usually does. I try to focus on that day. I play the cords with full concentration and try to read the musical score as fast as I can. Unfortunately I am not as fast as his other students. But somehow at the end of the lessons he smiles at me and tells me that this was our best lesson so far. He never again told me that.Never. Now I can say he was the best teacher I ever had and it was always a pleasure to take lessons with him.

My mother arrives. She already sends me messages I should come downstairs. I pack all my musical scores and note sheets and goodbye my teacher. He wishes me a nice weekend and a wonderfull week. I get to her in the car. She greets me with a little smile and asks me how I am.>>fine<< I reply . We drive to a near parking lodge in Smithville and take a walk outside. This weekend she only visits me on Fridays and then drives back home to Georgetown. I live with my Dad in Marryville, a small village about 10 minutes away from Smithville. My parents divorced when I was three years old. My mother Angela starts talking about some things like school and books I read. She also bought me a little present. Two new shirts from Ara. She always gets me little presents when we meet up either when I am staying with her at that weekend or when she only comes to visit me.I thank her and then suddenly she starts talking about that guy again. What was his name ? I think ah yes Metthew. I remember. I haven't really liked him. He had two older girls, they were extremely rude and not what you would call a polite girls. But wait WHAT is my mother saying ?!!? >> Matthew and I are going to move together<< >>WHAT ?!!!!! << I reply you can't be serious. And right in that moment tears started streaming down my face. How could she be serious about this ? >> Never << I said >> I hate him!<<