Melody Ch1

Melody Ch1

You know I never understood the enjoyment people get out of messing up my hair. Always running their hands through it and ruffling it around. And it was always the same excuse “Sorry kid but I couldn’t resist your just too cute” or something along those line’s. Yet the fact that I’m now a sophomore in high school ‘cute’ was the last thing I wanted to be.


Though I had grown accustom to having being called such a thing and I had to admit that my kid like personality didn’t help much with the situation. True I loved having fun and messing around but I didn’t like the general idea that it set off. Especially when it came down to things that were important and having my ideas rejected because no one took me seriously.

Yet I tried not to let it bother me and most of my friends knew how I felt about the whole thing and restrained from talking about it. Which comforted me as I walked somewhat happily to school with one of my closest friends by my side. Though I was not quit listening to the conversation which he was trying to hold with me as I drifted into my own thoughts.

Only to be snapped back into reality with a light smack to the back of my head. I turned to my friend only to meet his frowning face as he said “did you even hear what I was saying?” I restrained myself from hitting him back as I replied “yes I did”. “oh yeah then tell me what I just said?” he demanded as he seized his walking and crossed his arms over his chest.

“you just asked me if I were listening to you or not” I stated with a smile. He looked at me seriously for a moment before a smile spread across his face and he pushed me playfully in the shoulder. I let out a laugh and he did also as he replied “smart ass” and then resumed walking as I followed behind.

When we reached our school Axel left to hang out with his so called “lover” Roxas. I didn’t want to be a third wheel so I decided not to join as I sat contently on the steps that lead up to our school. Pulling the guitar case off my back and placing it in front of me as I opened it to reveal my beloved sea blue guitar. Music was my passion and I would practice for hours on hand when I got the chance.

Though I was not one of those kids who played in the school band. I always hated the idea of having a teacher tell you what to play and how to play. I much more enjoyed teaching myself and having those around me give their honest opinion on how I can improve. The only reason I brought my guitar to school was for my own personal enjoyment and for those breaks in-between classes when nothing ever happened.

I heard the ring of the school bell and sighed as I packed up my things and headed into my first period class.