We went to Malcolm's room and he gave me another bass—The black one. We started. He didn't have much time so he didn't give me details of everything, he just told me the finger positions. My fingers seemed to be getting a good stretch. That was the first time I realized that I did not own my fingers and they were surprisingly stiff and useless.

"You've got small fingers. Will take you extra work,"
Thank you my creator, for giving me baby hands.

His fingers slipped on the strings like butter while mine went like a prick covered brick. It was evening soon. We ordered some noodles and cola.
"Looking at you, I feel like playing too," Malcolm said.
"Then, you should,"
"Nah, it'll mess us the wound,"

I looked at his neck. I saw something, "You've got a tattoo too?"
"Oh yes, one of my seniors became a tattoo artists. MJ, Louise, Jerome and I got our tattoos from his shop. He is dope. You want one too?"
"No, I'm not a fan of art on my body," I laughed. But I wanted to see what the entire tattoo looked like.

"So, you usually hang out with your band mates?" I asked.
"They are more than just my band mates,"
"Friends,"
"And family,"
I looked at him, "The Music club is actually a club to beat up bullies. We perform once a while just for the student council to see we are working and they don't cut off our funds. We call our band 'ChellLui'. Because MJ and Louise found it." He told me.

"You can fight too?"
"I'm like the manager. MJ gets the info and he is the spokesperson for our club. Louise and Jerome are the fighters,"
"I see. If I join the club...I'll be the manager too! Cause I can't fight,"
"Sure, but for that you need to master the bass,"
"I WILL!"

He smiled and looked at the stars in the sky. It was dark already and we sat on the window. Suddenly, a black cat came inside the room. I FUCKING HATE CATS!
Why? BECAUSE THEY NEVER MEW ME BACK!

"Oh, Loyd," Malcolm got up and the cat wrapped his tail around his leg. I glared at it and he stared back at me with his big yellow eyes. His cat looked manlier than me. We both were judging each other. He hates me. Malcolm fed it and then he sat on Malcolm's lap and stared at me. FUCKING CREEPY ASS CAT!

"Oh yeah, Kate, this is Loyd. I picked him up four years go, when I joined high school."
"Why?"
"Why? Because he's cute and I love cats," NOT AT ALL! HE'S FUCKING CREEPY!

"So, what happened?" Malcolm asked.
"What?"
"Why were you crying before coming here. Since you're calm now, I thought I should ask right now,"
"How do you know I was crying?"
"Tear marks tend to stain your face,"
"Fuck," I rubbed my cheeks.

"So?"
"Nothing much. It's jut my family,"
"Did you get into a fight with them?"
"I didn't even do anything! I just played some music and my parents trashed my computer. You know, it's always like this. Anna always gets whatever she wants while I'm supposed to be happy in my sister's happiness, because we are twins, right? I'm the elder one, so I should be understanding. They never paid attention to me or just look at me—Like mom, look, I'm your Kate, you have two kids, not just Anna. Then, what did I do so wrong that you seem to hate me? Just tell me and I'll apologise, okay? Is love from you too much to ask for—"

Oh shit, I got into emotions. I looked at Malcolm. He was looking at me. Then, he pointed towards the sky, "You see those stars in the sky." I looked at the stars, "Some of them got names. Others don't. But still they are there. And so are you."

My eyes's widened and I looked at him, "Living is the only option you got. A star never leaves the sky even if it cannot shine as bright as the other one. You are such a star. Everyone got a role to play. So have you. Just don't give up. Miracles happen,"
His voice had no emotions, but his words were enough. It's been a while since I felt like I am me again. And it feels nice to talk.

He took my phone and typed something in it, "I've put my number. Next time you feel like shit, just call me, don't run away and make your parents worried. At least they are physically close to you, unlike mine who are always out. So what if they don't like you as much as you do? That's life. People who you love, will not always love you back. That doesn't mean you hurt them, does it?"
"Yes...Sorry,"

He slapped my forehead with his right hand, "Go to bed early. Your fingers might feel sore tomorrow morning,"
I went back home and found Anna standing at the door. She looked at me and ran towards me, "WHERE WERE YOU?! MOM AND DAD HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU SINCE MORNING!"
"Where are they now?"
"I don't know. They went out looking for you. I should probably call them and tell them that you're home," Anna walked inside and I walked behind her.

They would be very angry. Get ready for the scolding of your life, Kate! Anna called them and soon I heard the breaks outside the door. They were home. Anna opened the door and mom ran inside. She ran towards me and slapped me. Then, she hugged me tightly, "Oh my Kate! You idiot! Where did you go? I was so worried," She kissed my forehead, "Don't run away like that ever again,"
"Yes mom," I looked over her shoulder. Dad took a huge box upstairs, "Dad?"

Is it what I think it is?
"YOU GOT ME A NEW COMPUTER?!" I ran after dad.
"Yeah, it's a sorry from both of us," Dad got into my room and began setting up the computer.
"OH YES! YOU'RE TOTALLY FORGIVEN!"
YES! YES! YES!

"Before you start it, we have a small deal," Mom said.
"What is it?" I asked.
Anna and I stood on the street in front of our house and held a badminton racket in our hands.

"What are we doing?" I asked.
"Why don't you both play a friendly game? Sports bring hearts together" Mom held a camera in her hand.
"Why are you recording us?!" Anna shouted.
"It brings back memories. Really, children grow up so quickly." Mom said.
"It feels like yesterday when you both used to be so close to each other that Anna was never ready to leave your side, Kate," Dad said.

"Oh mom, dad," I got flowed in sentiments, "I feel your pain. You must be so sad that your only daughter...is mentally retarded," I was back to my trash talk!

"Well, I'm happy at least my grades are better than yours!" Anna squeaked.
"And I'm happy my boyfriend didn't break up with me and went after my sibling,"

"You take it back right now!" Anna shouted.
"Nu," I gave an evil smile. She threw the cork in the air. She swung her racket in the air, started spinning and fell on the ground.
"You're still shit at badminton" I started laughing at that clown. She got up and picked up the cork. As I continued laughing, Anna threw the cork in the air and smashed it hard. The cork dashed with full speed at me and hit me on my crotch without giving me a chance to defend myself.

I shouted in pain and fell on the ground.
"Ouch," Dad said. Dudes have this amazing superpower of feeling other dude's pain when they see his nuts getting cracked. This is not a joke.
"MOM!" I shouted as I scratched my nails on the road. I HAD LOST MY MARBLES!

This is a joke.
I am still a man—You shut up!

Mom first laughed her ass off and then come to ask if I was alright. Seriously, I'm fallen on the ground, shouting for help, grabbing my crotch, crossing my legs, not sure if I still have my marbles and this woman is asking me if I'm alright. OF COURSE I'M NOT!

"Anna!" Dad shouted.
"It was just an accident!"
"My marbles!" I cried. I still want to be a dad someday, guys. I wish Anna had balls so that I could kick her right there and show her what it feels like!
"I hope your dick rots and falls off" She said.
"Anna!"
"I hope you get raped by a monkey!" I shouted back.
"Both of you, stop it!" Dad picked me up and we all went back inside the house. All we did was give a show to the neighbors. We didn't play at all.

"Ugh! What a bad day!" I kept a cooling pad on my head while playing some depressing bass. It was depressing because I was sad. I was still not able to by heart the song. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Someone had texted me. Who the hell would text me? MALCOLM?!

I picked up and saw it was a text from Ralf Kaise.
I don't remember giving him my number. Maybe I did? I don't know. I just read the message.

"Evenin'. Ralf here. I have done the assignments. Are you ready with the project?" I read it in his British accent. Wait, project? OH SHIT I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT GROUP ASSIGNMENT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO THIS WEEK END! What should I reply?

"I have not done it yet..."
"Meet me before school tomorrow. Come early," Was he going to help me? Or was he going to end me? Oh my fucking God.
NO!

-To be continued

Anna Roberts | Kate Roberts
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