Evan: Isolation

Evan Brough

We'd finished the tour around the whole school in less than 15 minutes. Walking down the corridor, I glanced at my watch. There was still 20 minutes to go until the end of lunch.

My thoughts were turned to home. Could I patch up the lost relationship with my parents? Could I become a trinket they found interest in once again after a clear out in the attic?

Probably not. They didn't even want to know when I asked them to listen to a piece of music I'd spent three months working on.

I sighed.

"You okay?" said Ada, voice neutral with a slight edge of concern.

"Fine." I tried to smile. Picking up some courage, I mumbled: "Would you like to join me in the music room? It's where I spend all my spare time. I mean, if you don't want to then that's okay, I just thought seeing as..."

I trailed off, well aware that I had sounded like an idiot. Staring at my shoes, I waited for a rejection. After all, who would want to spend time with me?

 Glancing up, I saw a beaming smile spread across her face. She tried to tone it down a bit, but I could tell she thought she had made a breakthrough. I was onto her. She was intrigued because I was different. Weird.

"I'd love to." She said.

I opened the door and watched as she walked past. Following her in, I closed the door behind me.

"Do you play?" She asked.

I nodded. "Just some piano. I've written some stuff, but it's not that good..."

She nodded encouragingly. "I'd love to hear it."

Uncertain about what I'd just gotten into, I sat down on the stool and began to play.

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