The morning began as usual. I slept, did not touch anyone, and then came the nasty sound of a beautiful alarm clock. It is beautiful. An alarm clock in the form of a piano, and on it a watch, it is very beautiful and expensive for me. I reluctantly got up, looked at the time, it was five in the morning, turned it off and went to wash. Looking in the mirror, it was clear that there was a pale, gray spot on the face, under the eye. It was a bruise, there was a stain of frozen blood on the lips. Where did I get them from? Oh yes ... At night I received, of course, how this can be forgotten.
Let's get to know you and I will tell you what really happened in my life. My name is Kate Danvers and I am 13 years old. I live in a small town called Bigdales, with Grandma Alex and Grandpa Carl. I am in seventh grade at Bigdales Central School.
My best friend is Alexis Reid, she was 14 years old in December. Alexis is studying almost perfectly unlike me. I was, like her, an excellent pupil until grade 4, but by the seventh grade there were three in a quarter, but I will try to fix it. Alexis is cheerful, kind, beautiful, loves to play, draws beautifully and good performance, she has a great future.
Grandma Alex has been raising me since birth, my mother died when I was one year old, and my sister when I was only 8 months old. Grandma helps me with everything and loves me very much. But from the age of 11, relations began to go wrong with us. I began to feel more independent, and she doesn’t think so and is even more protective.
I have never walked with classmates, until 11 years old, I hardly knew what a computer was. She was the most backward person in the class everyone laughed at, although almost nothing has changed now. This school year, there were a lot of quarrels, I was kicked out of the house, threatened, and in the end, I got bodily wounds, in addition to moral ones, and all this the day before. ... Until Birthday.
The weather was beautiful on the street, the sun was rising, the beautiful sky at sunrise and touching would be a beautiful day, but if the day starts perfectly it does not mean that the continuation will be the same.
I looked in the mirror, sighed heavily and washed. Having set the kettle to boil, she turned on the music very quietly and began to collect textbooks in her portfolio. Preparing for school, I changed clothes and went into the kitchen to cook breakfast.
And then Alex woke up. My grandmother came up to me and began to moan, curse for getting up early. I tried not to answer, but this is difficult enough since at home I am a hot-tempered person. I, without controlling myself, said something, quickly drank my coffee, went into the room, and she was behind me. I listen, stand braided, then sharply look at her and ask:
“Aren't you tired?” Every morning the same thing. I have such a regime, I’m not bothering anyone, stop spoiling my mood in the morning.
Well, does she listen to me? No, which is very sad. I picked up the phone, put on my jacket and left the house, heading for school. There is an hour left before the lessons start, so you can drop by Alexis and go to school together.
And so, not paying any attention to all the beauty that was around me, I go with my head down, thinking about everything. Around was a snowy tale. Everything was covered with snow, which crunched under the feet of people, taking the form of various tracks.
Approaching my friend’s house, I looked around and rang the bell. The door opened and a sleepy girl looked at me, who was completely not ready to go anywhere, except to sleep.
Hello. Good morning, sleepyhead.
- Yeah, come in. - Alexis yawned and let me into the house. - Wait a bit? I will change clothes and have breakfast.
- Sure, no problem. - I smiled, took off my jacket and went into the house.
Alexis always in the morning, like everyone looks very funny. Disheveled hair, sleepy voice and gaze, somewhat clumsy and absurd. But at the same time she managed to be collected and very sweet.
“So, did you quarrel with your grandmother again?”
- Oh yeah. Everything is the same again. Only at night the topic touched a little bit different.
- What? Phone? Behavior? Friends? - the blonde carefully looked at me, through the crack of the door.
- In total from a part. Let’s tell you later? ”I didn’t want to talk to anyone about this topic, since I didn’t understand anything.
- Well, did you have breakfast?
- I drank coffee.
“As always, Kate.” So, then sit in the kitchen and wait for me, you will have breakfast with me, and there you will tell everything. Failure is not accepted. - the girl laughed, then fastened her belt and left the room, heading for the kitchen. - So what?
- What? - I tried to take the time to figure out how to change the subject.
“Kate, don't be silly.” Tell us what happened at night with you.
- I listened to music to fall asleep, Alex came and cheese fuss began. As a result, they hit me a little ... - I raised a sad look at her.
Alexis nearly choked on coffee, she put down a glass and began to examine the bruise and blood.
- I have no words. You had a lot of quarrels, but in my opinion, it is too much. Indeed, from a part because of her, you and I quarreled.
- Let's not remember that. Alexis, do you have a spot on your skirt?
-What? Where?
- Here! - I laughed and took her a piece of chocolate from my hands. - Mine.
- Oh you! - she laughed.
My mood rose sharply, and we had a fun morning and went to school discussing our fun breakfast. And so we went into the SCSB, took off our jackets in the locker room and went to the lesson. Everyone noticed my bruise and blood on my lips, asking questions that I answered that I fell badly.
And so I need to return home. I take my time home with Alexis, throwing snowballs and having fun while I have time ...
- Well, now I'm going home alone.
- So. Do not be sad. Everything will be fine. - The blonde smiled, and we hugged, and then parted.
I entered the house, took off my jacket, went into my room, put down my briefcase and fell onto the bed. Looking at the time, I picked up a notepad with the schedules of the day, noted all the unmarked items, then got up, opened the piano and began to study.
Bach, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Glinka, Schumann, Liszt, Chopin ... And many more creators and creators of beautiful music. All composers wrote wonderful works, created an immense world from which one does not want to leave. In music, I find myself, I can express feelings, mood, attitude towards someone or something. I like to perform in concerts and competitions. On the stage, I feel mine - the stage, the piano, the audience, the judges and the Queen of it all - Music.
Three hours of classes take place, after which you need to do homework. In general, the day passes, as usual on a schedule, even a scandal always hits the exact time.
The time is already 19:00, I read the book of the great and my favorite writer - Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin "Eugene Onegin." I like to read, although I am not averse to sitting on the Internet. I am inspired by poems and books, the most common actions that people do: go to work, school, kindergartens, rush somewhere forever, stroll through the streets of Bigdales. I am a man of creativity, not science, humanities.
And then in my head, that scene when I was struck with tremendous force, how the blood spread across my face, hands and how I was shaking all over. I asked to give me a computer, and then I wrote to my very good friend, she is much more than a best friend, just very dear to me ... Hermione Lodge. Of course, this is not a real name, but there is plenty of information ... Hermione is kind, sweet, cheerful, loves to hide a lot, although it is difficult with me and will be even more difficult, she is an amazing person. I began secretly texting with her, and then again left the page and went into the room where I began to prepare for her birthday, although there was no mood. This school year I will clearly be remembered as the worst night. All that could be destroyed was destroyed. I quarreled with many, but reconciled, relations with Granny Alex worsened billions of times. I do not know what to do and in complete confusion.
I turned on the TV and began to watch movies. On what my day ended, and I prepared the dress uniform in honor of tomorrow went to bed.