I hated my brown eyes. Blue would have been my first choice, or green like Dian's. I wouldn't even mind a deep chocolate brown. Anything buy the mudish color I was stuck with.
Oh well. Best not complain with what you got. When you have only one thing in the world you love nothing else really matters anymore.
I don't believe in fairy tales. I don't read books. I'm not good in any subject in school. You could say I'm pretty much useless. It was true. Most of it was at least. I'm just different.
The one thing I love more than anything else is music. Your probably thinking "What's wrong with you!" Truth is, I don't even know myself.
Orchestra is the only subject I'm not on the verge of failing. Being first chair violinist in the top orchestra should be awesome, but it's not. Nothing it right with me I tell ya!
Everyone else is jealous of my spot. I'm too shy to say hello. The only comfort I have, the only thing that is never disappointed in me, is music.
Life is cruel, but when you have an escape route it's bearable. When it comes to hard times, I'm your expert. Probably the only thing I'm and expert at. Sad isn't it? Welcome to my world.
Dian, my younger sister, was my closest friend. Most people don't have siblings as best friends, but like I said, I'm different.
She gets annoyed with me sometimes, though. And at those time I wonder if God really is up there. If he is, he must not notice me like every other important person.
How did I get myself out of this mess?
I didn't really do it.
It was one person. One person who saw through my sad self. Saw what good there was in me. Something I could never see in myself.
Who is this fairy godmother-like person? I told you I don't believe in fairy tales. I'll tell you my story...