The school bell's ring echoed through the empty halls and in mere seconds, the halls were buzzing with chatter and people. I stumble to my locker, avoiding the hordes of people charging in the rush to get home. I put on my black coat and start my walk home. The pavement is covered in a thin layer of snow covered. Across the road I see a group of girls, they are in my class, I don't know their names, and I'm too shy to ask. They were laughing and smiling together. I look down at my feet, alone. I spend so much time alone, it didn't come as a surprise, who would want to be friends with a lonely pianist like myself.

I sit at my piano, no music in front of me, it's all in my head. I mumble my thoughts aloud, as if a small poet inside was rhyming my thoughts into a rhythm of emotions. I eventually break into song, me screaming all my thoughts on my loneliness, pressure and solitude. I run to my desk and write down all my thoughts, arranged in a perfect song order. I Google four chord songs. "It looks simple enough" I say to myself. I play the beat and sing the words I have written down, only hearing how broken I feel instead of a proper song, the words form a song in itself and eventually I had some lyrics about how I really feel. I feel proud of myself. I have a song, a song, an original piece that I am happy with. Mum runs into my room, she looks furious, her black, tar hair is straight and her green eyes look sharp.
"GWEN! WHY ARE YOU SINGING SUCH TRASH AND WHY ARE YOU NOT PLAYING PACHBELLS CANNON!" she yelled. I don't know why she is mad, I am finally happy with piano, I have never liked it until now.
"Mum why are you mad, I've written my own song, I could go places with it" I cry.
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'LL GET YOU SOMEWHERE, YOU ARE GOING TO LEARN CLASICAL LIKE I DID WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE" screamed my mother with her face a bright shade of red.
"Maybe I don't want to play your boring sheet music" I cried with tears pouring out of my eyes. My mother let out an angry yell of frustration and sadness, she slaps me across the face. I fall to the ground and crawl out of my room, I hear my mum slam the piano shut behind me, screaming cursed words. I grab my notes and run.