Hello, I'm Forte, I was born on December 31, 1994. I know in these kind of stories I'm suppose to explain my talents. But apparently I only have one which is music, music is like everything to me. It's my food and water, I just can't survive without it. Maybe I should say something about my family, all of my family are super smart,except me. I have no idea why, my dad is a doctor and so is my mom. My older sister is a dentist. When my mom asked me what classes I would take for college, I knew she was hoping I would say medical, instead I said music. My mom literally twitched and just said " you might want to think that over again". My parents are pretty protective and supportive. But they believe my music ability is extra curricular.
I go to Harmony High school, one of the best schools in our area, but we live in the suburbs, so that's like nothing. And if they think this is the best school, then the rest of the schools must be really bad. First of all, our school has no good teacher, either the teacher doesn't speak English well, or has no idea what they are doing, but there's this one teacher that doesn't do anything at all. The only thing I can do to survive there is my ukelele, or my naps in class.
Okay, well that just about covers it, I'll start my story when I was in kindergarten. Then I only played one instrument, shocking right. I had a lot of friends, surprisingly. It was this whole girls group which I was in and so were 30 other girls. I didnt know who Spirit or Chance was and my musical skills haven't fully developed. So I was the talkative kind, it was a pretty fun life, I would atleast have 3 sleepovers a week. Yes I was living the full life, but there was always one thing that irked me, everyone in our group was a brunette or blonde. There's nothing wrong with that, not dissing blondes or brunettes, but with my black smokey colored hair I stood out, I hate standing out.
Then there was skin color, again not dissing anyone but I had a olive colored skin while everyone was a snowflake. When we had sleepover and we were messing with there moms make up, most of it consisting dark rich colors, it would never show up and I had to use the bright colors, which made me look like a circus clown. I told my friends this, and they all gave me a hug, I knew this was going to be a beautiful friendship. Boy, was i wrong.
Then, quick like a cheetah, it was first grade, that meant no more naps and no more cookies and milk. Sometimes I really miss those days. The girls and I were still together, there has never been a fight. Well atleast no yet, now in first grade it was a full school day for us, it was never morning class or afternoon like it use to be. There was also now lunch and soon the sucidal moment of choosing a lunch table. There was never enough to fit 31 girls at the ten seater lunch table. Then the problem started.
We just learned division and I thought if thirty one divided my ten it can fit up to three tables but there is going to be one left out. I told them my calculation and they whispered to each other. I decided to just leave before I start crying, stupid math. "'Wait Anita", yep that was my name, it's a Spanish name for beauty, though I am not Mexican. Sorry a bit of topic back to the story, anyways I turned my head to see, Gia, the leader of our group calling to me, "Spirit your out, Anita come sit here". I saw a small tiny short girl walk out of the middle of our group, she had a surprised look then it became so sad. I felt so bad for her, these were her only friends and she trusted them, and they kicked her out.
For the whole day I was thinking about this "Spirit" girl. I was so upset and so scared, what if this happens to me. It was recess time and I saw Spirit shooting hoops by herself on the far side of the playground, I was I talking to the girls but kept glancing over my shoulder to look at her. " Hey girls, I'm going over to Spirit, she looks a bit....lonely" I said. All of there heads turned around and stared, then Gia piped up, "Anita, if you go over there you are out of the group, when someone is out of the group you never talk to them like EVER". I winced at the words she said, it was either my friends or the right thing.
"May Santa, put me on the nice list" I started walking alway and started heading Spirit's way. "YOUR OUT OF THE GROUP ANITA, OUT OF IT YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!" I heard Gia scream. I scoffed, some people took this to seriously, and ran to Spirit, "Hey, can I play". Spirit turned around, "Oh it's you".
"Look I'm sorry about what happened today"
"Sorry, is that it, I was kicked out cause of you,I have no more friends cause of you, no one likes me anymore, I HATE YOU"
I suddenly regretted leaving the group but it was too late. Then I had the most brilliant idea ever. I grabbed Spirit by the wrist and dragged her in the building. "Hey wait-" I ran into a small shabby room where all the instruments were stored. I found a drum and started banging on it, keeping a beat, I tossed a trumpet to Spirit, and she blew into it and started playing. " wow I didn't know you could play" I smiled. "My dad is a jazz musician" said Spirit.
Me and Spirit were pounding on drums, blowing on kazoos, smashing syombols, shaking maracas. The recess bell rang, and me and Spirit were pure out of breath. "Hey Anita, I think this is going to be a start of a beautiful friendship" said Spirit. I smiled and we walked to class hand in hand.
While we were walking Spirit was telling me that Anita doesn't fit me, so she decided to change it to, Forte as in the musical symbol, I stared at her quizzically. "Your loud and awesome and a big nice surprise for me", screamed Spirit. " Forte it is"

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