High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...


50. Chapter Nine, Part Six.

"Wait, but I thought you were Jewish?" I asked Stephanie as we scanned the sports good's store.

She shrugged. "Eh. I am, but I celebrate Christmas too." I nodded.

"So, what should I get Nathan? He isn't much of a sporty type, is he?"

"No, you'd probably be better off in a music shop. We'll go afterwards, okay?"


I scanned the footballs and pondered on which one to get Ryan. All of the jerseys were gone, and only a few footballs were left. There was one with our school colors, blue and green, and I picked that one. I paid and we left the store.

"So... music shop?" Stephanie muttered.

"Take a left up here." I said. We wandered the New York streets for a little while until we found the music store. Inside, guitars lined the walls, there were a few amps, and other instruments. The smell of pumpkin wafted around me and I smiled.

"Howdy there," A man in his early twenties came from a back room and smiled warmly at us. "How can I help you?"

Stephanie went into depth with him about the type of guitar Nathan had (a D-17M Martin & Co.)

I wandered around the store, it had been years since I was in a music shop. I went into the back half and found violins. I picked one up and tuned it, after playing for a few years back in Texas I felt like I somehow knew what I was doing.

I slowly and softly started to play, letting myself get wrapped in the music.

"You play well."

I turned around and saw the guy from earlier. He was looking at a wall covered in guitar strings. He picked up a box and then turned to me. "How long have you been playing?"

"Oh, um, a few years? I stopped for a while though." I said. I put the violin back in its place and shrugged.

"You should keep playing, a violin is hard to learn."

I shrugged again. Was it really that important to me? I looked at the price tag, $120. I cringed. Maybe I'd ask my parents to get it for me for Christmas.

I went and found Stephanie looking at guitar straps. She paid and we left.

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