Fingers on Strings

 I came back from school with a wielded mind to get even. My phone was buzzing with text messages and calls from Jake but I was not in the mode to talk to anyone. Bay stood and watched me bullied by his circle without standing to my defense, and Claire ridiculed me in front of many student. Too much trouble for one day. I didn’t want anyone adding to my already lined up of problems

 

I made my way to the basement to look for my mum’s old guitar. I haven’t stringed in a long time, and I do not have much time to practice. Tomorrow, is either I get a standing ovation or get booed. I was prepared for either of them. I didn’t want Claire thinking that her threats was the reason I withdrew from the audition. I have to be there, no matter what.

It took a few try for me to open the basement door, it rusted hinged screeching with every shove. I can’t remember when last anyone entered the basement. Some of my mum’s old things were there. Cobwebs tickled my fac