Without You

Part 1 "Holy snickerdoodles"

I walked over to the piano in the dining room and took a seat on the duet bench. My fingers were itching to play but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I loved playing the piano. I taught myself the piano at a young age. I remember the first time I touched a piano key. I loved the sound it made so I started teaching myself by watching videos and watching my elementary school teacher during music class.

Looking at the piano now just brought back memories of my dad. After I learned how to play, I would come home and learn to play songs.

After a while, I started to sing along to them and since dad liked it so much, I would do it for him often.

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'Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, But I'd of had to miss, the dance'

"That was beautiful Ree," my father said as I turned to look at his reaction.

"Thanks dad," I said with a shy smile. My dad saw my hesitant smile and came and sat on the bench.

"Don't be hesitant Ree, trust me, I wouldn't let you sing if you were bad," dad said with a chuckle.

"Thank you", I said with a laugh.

"When I get back, I want you to sing me somethin' else," he said with a stern look, "I'll be thinkin' of one."

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I came back to reality when I heard someone enter the room. I quickly wiped my tear-stained cheeks and turned around.

"Are you going to sit there, or play?" Mom asks me.

"S-Sorry," I mutter quietly, "I'm going to go to bed."

Once I got to my room, I admired the finished look. The floor was halfway covered with a white fluffy carpet that I absolutely loved. My walls were a navy blue and around the ceiling, white fairy lights were draped around it. My bed was covered in a huge white feather-filled comforter and on top of that was a dark pink fleece blanket.

In one corner of my room was a huge white dresser and closet which contained my clothes and on top of the dresser was all of my accessories like my necklaces and earrings. On the right side of my king-sized bed, there was a bathroom which when I first saw it I stopped and silently prayed, thanking the lord. Also on the right side of my bed, there was my desk and above the desk was a big cork board where I put up only the pictures of close friends and family back in North Carolina.

As I took a seat on my bed, anxiety began to kick in.

What if the kids at my new school think I'm weird?

What happens if I fall on my face in front of everyone tomorrow because lord knows I'm really clumsy?

What if tom-

I was broken away from my worry party when a 'ping' noise comes from my phone.

Kelsey: I miss you :( I hope you're settling in well!

"Who was that?" Mom walks into my room looking at me suspiciously.

"Oh just a friend from back home," I replied sadly.

"Here's your school schedule," she said with another suspicious look. I took the paper giving her smile a hesitant smile and looked at the paper.

Locker #: 882

Locker Combo: 14-60-28

1st Period: AP English with Mr. Matcherson

2nd Period: AP Calculus BC with Ms. Myers