The Flute Player (1)

"Your test results have come back," the doctor said as soon as the door closed. I nervously looked at him, fidgiting.
"And?" My voice was barely audible. I watched him closely as he went behind his desk and to his files. I couldn't see anything in his eyes, his body language didn't suggest anything. I wanted him to hurry. I had a concert to perform in tonight, and I couldn't be late. One Direction was counting on me to play my flute with them.
"I'm sorry, Leah, but the results aren't good." The doctors eyes were sympathetic, and went on to explain the details. I didn't listen. From that moment on, I knew that the dream I was living would come to an end.


4. Starbucks

Leah's Point of View

At Starbucks I chose to have a peppermint hot chocolate, with extra cream. It was my favorite Christmas drink. Jane got something else, but I could never remember it because it had such a long name. We sat down on the comfy, black chairs right beside the fire and talked for a good hour and a half. It was getting late out, and the rain fell hard.

"Thanks for taking me out," I thanked Jane, since she had also paid for my drink. She was the best twenty-year-old sister ever! Though, I wasn't that far behind. I was to be seventeen on December 24... only a month away.

"Anytime, sister." Jane smiled, her eyes twinkling above her cup. Starbucks was Jane's favorite place, so I knew that she would take any excuse to go.

I looked at my watch. "We should go thuogh, Jane. Umm... it's eight-thirty and I still have to finish my homework."

"Okey dokey," Jane replied as she got up from the chair, and led me out to her car. She understood what it was like to be stuck in school. I only had a few years left, but I envied her for being free.

Oh well... atleast I would get a shot at having a good job, and I wouldn't have to get married to get money. I'd just have to spend half my life cooped up in small classrooms....

But that could be okay, I guess....

"You just want to play that flute of yours all the time, don't you?" Jane asked as she stepped into the drivers seat of the car. I was slumped down on the passanger seat, with a frown on my face.

"I'd much rather, yes," I replied with a groan. "But I guess school always comes first... just like Mom always said."

"Yes, that's right."

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