I sat in my room, guitar in hand, pen and paper on the desk in front of me, plucking notes and writing down the words for a song I was composing. Music was my only escape ever since mum had died 5 years ago, it was the only way to unwind. Downstairs I heard the front door open and shut.
"Dad must be home," I thought.
I proceed to place my guitar careful back on the stand and went down to meet him.
"Hey dad! How was work?" I asked cheerfully.
"Good! Thank you sweetie. How was school?" He asked with a smile. I knew it wasn't easy for him, since mum passed, but he always bore everything as bravery as possible.
"It was ok. You know how school is. I'm just glad that summer is around the corner!"
"Ah seventeen year olds!" He said with a laugh. "All you ever think about is summer break sometimes."
I laughed and went into the kitchen to see how dinner was coming along. It was a nice meal, just dad and myself. I was waiting to find the right time to ask him something and now it seemed to be the best time.
"Dad?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Hmm?" He looked up.
"There is an opening at the coffee shop. And they asked me if I wanted to sing there while on summer break. Do you think I could do it?"
"Well? How will you get there, Bella?"
"Emma said she would drop me off and pick me up."
"I'm ok with it, but as long as you don't talk to strangers." He joked.
"Don't worry I won't. Thanks dad!" I jumped from and seat and wrapped my arm around his neck embracing him in a huge hug. I ran upstairs to me room so excited that I finally had a job to help dad with the bills.
Once I reached my room, I wanted to call my friend, Meg. We had been friends since first grade. I remember it so well, it was my first day at St Mary's Catholic school for girls. Yes, my father was a fervent Catholic and insisted on the children being given a good education. Anyway, back to the story, I felt so out of place. We had just moved from San Diego, it was a new school, and I was the new girl there. Boy, they couldn't wait to have a dig at me. I believe there were two girl in particular who always picked on the smaller ones there. Funny thing is, they were very stupid and could never pass the simplest test given them. Their names were, Joey, and Bridget. I thought they always picked on and beat up the little ones because they were still on their IQ level. Yes they were Ten years old and still in second grade.
The first my part of the morning was going great! My teacher, Sister Martha, was so sweet and kind. She even gave a seat at the front of the class so she could help me when ever I needed it.
"Class," She announced, "meet Isabella, she just moved here from America. I am sure you will make her feel welcome. Isabella, dear, you get to sit in front of the class, so I can help you the first few weeks, Okay?"
I took my seat next to a girl with blonde hair pulled into pigtails. We hit off at once, she was really nice and friendly to me. To be honest, I didn't expect any of the girls to so nice to me right off the bat.
"Now class." There sister began. "Can you tell me who the first president of the united states was?"
Within seconds, girls hands rose to the air, in hope they could answer sister Martha's question.
"Isabella, how about you? Can you tell me who the first president of the united states was?"
"Yes sister, it was General George Washington. He was one of serval men who sought to be liberated from England, so they could create a free republic, where the people rule."
"Thats is correct, Bella. Very well done.!"
When the class finished, I made my way to the playground to eat my lunch and maybe even meet a few of the girls that were in my class. I must say at this point, that the playground was unlike anything I had ever seen before in my life. It was by far the nicest to play in. Finding an empty seat, I made myself comfortable and opened my lunch box, which my mother had packed for me that morning with love and care. Soon, I felt that there was a large person, or two persons standing over me, watching my every move. I turned to look at see two girls in navy blue uniforms with their hair pulled into ponytails.
"Hello! I'm Bella! Nice to meet you." I said being polite and remembering my manners.
"Look Joey! The new girl. And she's in our spot." One said to the other.
"Yeah Bridget, she is. What are we going to do about it?"
"If its your spot, then I'll be happy to move for you." I said trying my best to nice and friendly to them, even if they weren't to me.
"Too late, you already took our spot. Now your going to have to pay for it." Joey said poking me in the chest.
"Leave her alone, she didn't know about your precious spot!" A girls voice spoke up in my defense.
"And what are you going to do about it, Meg, the crybaby?" Bridget asked.
"Don't call my a crybaby, or are you sure that your not getting your name mixed up with mine?" She retorted. It took everything in my to keep a straight face. "Because, if I remember right, your the one known as the crybaby, ever since you couldn't pass the first grade math test six months ago."
"Why you little--"
"Tut Tut now you two don't go making a scene. Like I said, leave her alone, or I will tell the head sister about you two. I do believe, that this was your last chance. One more time and you get expelled from the school. So, unless you want that, and unless you want your parents knowing about this, I suggest that two behave."
They were left silenced, and humbled by a girl four years younger then them. She walked over to me. "I'm Meg," she said, "I'm sorry about those two they always pick on us little ones."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Isabella, but everyone calls me, Bella. Weren't you sitting next to me in class?"
"Yeah I was. So, you wanna play?"
"You bet I do!"
And there you are, the rest is history. We have been best friends ever since that day at the playground, where she stood up for me. Meg and I did everything together, movies, sleepovers, shopping, you name it. We stuck together like glue. I looked to wall, covered in pictures of everything we did together, like that concert we went to last year. I surprised her with the tickets for her sweet sixteenth birthday. Or the time we went to disneyland together for summer break, we had so fun there. I picked up my phone and dialed her number.
"Hey girlfriend! So, how did it go?"
"He said Yes!"
"Yay!! I'm so happy for you!"
"I know right?I cant believe that he said that easily."
"I can't wait to see at work girl! Will you just be singing there?"
"Not all the time, I do have to work on the tables and behind the counter as well, but I don't really care as long as I get to have the chance to perform."
"How often will you being on stage?"
"Every Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday."
"Im so happy for you. Hey I have to go eat dinner, then I have that essay to write if I want a chance at Hartford."
"Okay I'll talk to you later. By the way good luck on getting in to Hartford Megs."