Enticing Treachery, hm... Options

[crazeegirl411]

Note: I just thought I'd post it here... excuse the bad names...I'm not very creative when it comes to names!


Forewords
Annie Towers
Myolie Link
Charlene Yelle
Raymond Teer
Ron Marred
Benny Grint

It’s a world of mysteries waiting to be unsolved, crimes waiting to be emitted. Betrayal is awaiting every single person in the world, and just when it reaches too far…someone catches it.

‘No more snickers and snide remarks, get back to work people!’

[crazeegirl411]

Chapter One- Old Friend?

Note: It's not a horror story! lol

Ah…the toast smell wafted around the living room as I took my backpack. I ran to my toast…after I kissed and hugged my father and gobbled the burnt bread to pieces. After quickly wiping my crumbs from my chin to the floor, I ran hastily before Father could scold me again. I jumped down the flights of stairs although I was in no hurry at all. I’ve been having problems at the elevator since I was very young, so I often took the stairway to and fro and for that reason, I began to love sports. I quickly descended my last set and jumped out the door. After calming down my breathing, I stared at the sidewalk and then walked towards school.

I finally stared up from the grey carpet and after sitting hours upon hours for testing, I was finally ready to stand up and walk away. I grinned with pleasure, I was finally done with such a treacherous and mind wrenching test. All was forgotten until I took a glance at the person in front of me.I looked away. It was not in coldness nor stone look people often think I give. It was a feeling of embarrassment and resentment to look at such face and have no memories of the past.

Yes…this man (or should he be referred as boy?) has probably forgotten all about it. It should have been a new start, yet it’s only for words. When I glanced at the boy or man again…I began to flash of the past memories again…

I was still young then, only thirteen and sitting timidly on the chair. It was not much of an audience, just parents of other participants, yet I can’t help but feel nervous. I would always wonder if my hand would shake so much that the keys would be played wrong, or my palms would sweat so hard my hands will slip and all I would be is to be buried in shrieks of laughter.

Oh…why am I just so dramatic?

Before I could even bow, I immediately sat down, ignoring the disapproval look from my teacher. I swear…I heard a slight chuckle, but I don’t trust myself. I never trust myself to read notes or hear anything while I’m nervous and shaking like this. After I started playing, my mind freed and I just let my fingers flow.

Yes…I love this melody.I would never forget it.

After my five minute performance was over, I sat up and remembered to bow this time. Thank god, or I’d receive more scolding than I would if I didn’t do it the second time. When I stepped down, I heard another chuckle and just to make sure…I looked around and saw a young boy standing up. Forgetting about the silly sound I probably heard from an illusion, I just smiled at the young boy in attempt to give him confidence.

But instead…it looked as if he was glaring at me.

I shook my head, blinked a few times and quickly took my seat. I must sleep early tonight. The thought went away as I saw the calm look in the boy’s eyes. Such a young man but with such a cold look in his eyes. When he sat down and played, I heard the first part and was immediately in awe. I’ve heard of this song before and it was incredibly hard for my level.

I saw the fingers flying.

Yet…I saw no deep trance that I’ve seen in every person. No…it was just, concentration and hatred. I could see it…feel it, sense it. This boy may have talent and practice, but definitely no feel, technique with a loss of inspiration. I looked at him, somehow with pity.

After his performance and the plentiful clapping sounds, considering it well as the parents mostly come only to hear their children play, or compare with others that is. The boy walked down the stairs, with a blank face, emotions never slithering an inch towards him. When he looked over, I tried a slight wave, but as expected, it failed to gain attention or feelings whatsoever. There was no response, just a head turning away and leaving.

I was left to dwell on his life story, his parents? In any way, I should not interfere (although I have not done anything, just thinking) but why does my life give me the bestowment of curiosity? I’m curious about that too...

He was staring at me. I guess it was that dazed look when I was parking myself in dreamland that made him think something was wrong with me. It was something like…mental problems. I guess it didn’t really look like that when I saw him; it was more like confusion and curiosity. Did he carry my old trait?

If we were to stand here at that other place years ago…our personalities would have switched.

I should not assume that his personality is the same. Assuming did no good to me. It made my life a mystery, at least to people surrounding me.

Annie…you should not trust what you see anymore. And with that, I left the hallway and did not take another look at that man or boy again.