(Aoyde's POV)

There's a few things in this world that can change your life completely. Whether is a new best friend, a boyfriend, engagement, moving, etc. music was my change. Definitely was. But it was also the death of my father three years ago.

Like me, my father's passion in life, was indeed music. He would tell me his romantic story of how he met my Mom at his band's first gig. Which was a local pizza polar where most teens at that time hung out after school. Every Friday night they had new talent come in and the night his band played he met my Mother. It's an adorable story, truly, it's just hard to think about.

My father was always my hero; always the one person in the world who I felt understood me. He never missed an important day in my life, and I never hesitated to listen about his own days. Most people can't find that with their parents. I'm lucky- or I was at least...

For the past three years my Mom has told me I was depressed and unhealthy. She's tried to put me in Summer camps, youth groups, Girl Scouts, anything possible to get me to bond with someone in someway.
I'll be honest with you, I definitely have bonded with people. My Mom doesn't know I have, but I have. I just choose not to keep in contact with any of those people. Nothing compared to what I had before. After a while she stopped trying to force me into social situations. Causing me to be a now quote in quote anti-social and have social anxiety.

That's a load of crap if I'm being honest. Especially an anxiety? I'm not afraid of anything, especially since what I feared the most already happened. Why fear something that isn't worth fearing in the first place? Just cause I don't like to socialize, doesn't mean I have problems that I can't, it's that I won't.

I was a normal sixteen year old girl. I had flaws, I had perfections, I had my pet peeves, I had my crushes. I'm normal, I just don't have any reason to find people I'd like. Life isn't about making friends, it's about living. And I'm still alive without talking to anyone. I'm standing at my locker now to pack up and go home. I don't need to have a conversation at my locker about boys like every other girl. I'm fine just getting stuff and leaving.

"Hello beautiful," Troy smiled. I just bit my lip and looked down. There was no way he knew I exist, let alone talk to me. Then I realized. He's at my locker, Troy Charter, the cutest jock in school, was at my locker.

"H-hi..." I bit my tongue and piled my books into my book bag pretending not to care about his presence.

"You're boarding the plane now?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow and slowly glanced at him. "So you'll be back in three hours?" He was on the phone.

Feeling humiliated enough I slammed my locker, and walked out of the school. Sure he didn't notice I thought he was talking to me, no one in the halls noticed, but I noticed and that was embarrassing enough.

Sure I hate people, but it'd be nice to have someone look at me and wanna speak to me, or look at me and think damn she's beautiful, just once.

I jogged to my car and got in. Watching as everyone exchanges gifts with one another, hugs, says Merry Christmas, etc. That'd be nice once and a while to, for someone wanting to wish me a happy holiday. Someone to not see me as invisible.

I drove to pick up Casey, my seven year old sister, from school. Since she was still only 7 and in grade two, I had to wait a bit before I had to go inside and bring her to the car.

"I had the greatest day today ever!" The cheerful little girl in the tutu squealed as I opened her car door, letting her in.

"Whys that?" I smiled at my little sister while getting in the drivers seat.

"Everyone loves me, my backpack is full of presents from all my bestest friends!" Casey smiled.

"Wow," I thought gripping on the steering wheel as I pulled out of the school's parking lot, "That makes one of us."

The rest of the five minute car ride was full of cute giggles from the backseat and endless talking about her day. I'd being lying if I say I listened to every word. Honestly, I barley listened. I was busy remembering when I was little like Casey and how I got excited for things easily, but not as easily as her. I also remembered My Dad picking me up everyday from school, and him actually listening to my rants. I wish I was that good to Casey, but I couldn't help it.

My step father's car was in my spot of the drive way. I rolled my eyes, as Casey excitedly ran to the front door and ran in. I wish I could get that excited over being home. She left her bag of gifts, leaving me to carry that inside to house for her. But it was normal for me to bring in whatever she leaves behind.

As soon as I get in the front door I put everything to the side by the door and begin to unwind. Taking off my shoes, hat, etc. When I looked up everyone was staring at me like I was gonna die any second now. I didn't say a word though, and looked back at the floor.

"Hi, you're Aoyde?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say. I slowly looked up to see a tall blonde guy staring at me biting his pierced lip. My heart immediately stopped, why was there a random stranger in my house??

"Yes she is, Aoyde this is Luke," my Mom explained with a warning tone as if she was trying to stop me from doing something. I just stared at him. "He's one of your step brothers, the one who's been on tour that you didn't get to meet."

Luke looked dangerous. He was tall and wore black ripped skinny jeans. His Nirvana tee shirt had the sleeves cut off. His vans were black. But what threw me off the most is why my Mom would let a teenager with a lip piercing and ripped up clothes into our house.

Luke put his hand out for me to shake, I stared at his hand for a second confused as to why he thinks he can act so friendly yet look so mean, and I jogged upstairs without doing at much as blink at him.