Graceland’s POV:
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I woke up at 5am. I could hardly sleep last night. It wasn’t the fact that they ganged up on me again, that I used too. But hearing Jonathan refer to Kai as a ‘brain dead sap‘. For a moment, I’d actually thought about killing him. I had to calm down before Marla and
Theo got here. I didn’t want them to know just how despicable these people truly were. Not because I wanted to protect the Rochesters or Jonathan, but because I couldn’t dare
to see the looks on their faces knowing that some asshole said such awful words about
their son.
Restless, I decided to play my violin. Whenever I was sad or felt overwhelmed, my violin
would always bring me back to my inner peace. After my mom died and I moved in with
the Rochesters, I ended up composing over 250 pieces. One might say that was impressive, but the truth was actually more depressing, as it showed just how sad and depressed I was living in this house.
When I picked up my violin, the first thing that popped into my head was the beach. It was early evening, the sun hadn’t set yet, the waves of the ocean were like dancing clouds, and the first face that popped into my mind was Kai. But he wasn’t asleep, instead, he was smiling at me. It felt so familiar. As I played, my notes got brighter and brighter, I imagined what a piano would sound like with this piece. My mind just kept thinking of his face and what his smile would look like. By the time I was finished I could feel the tears on my face. I didn’t care how long it took, I was going to wake Kai up and I
would use my music to help me do it.
It was now 7am, two more hours until Marla and Theo got here. I decided to grab me a bagel and orange juice. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Calvin sitting at the breakfast nook. He was drinking a coffee and reading something on his tablet when he looked up at me. We stared at each other for a brief moment before he spoke.
“I take it you’re all packed?”
“Yup.”
Silent.
“Well, if you need help bringing your bags and boxes-”
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“I only have one suitcase. I’ll be fine.“\
“That doesn’t make any sense. You’ve been here for over seven years how could you only have one suitcase? What about all the clothes we’ve brought you?”
“I’m not sure what you’re referring too. I’ve never had anything purchased for me in this house. I’ve only ever had Olivia’s hand–me–downs; surly you don’t expect me to take those items.”
“I’m going to go get my black card, you’ll go to the mall now to buy some new clothes.”
I held my hand up to stop him, I didn’t want anything else from these people.
“That won’t be necessary father.”
Calvin stared at me as if I’d grown a tail.
“What do you mean not necessary! There’s no way I’m allowing you to embarrass me in front of House Christiansen. Even if it is just an employee picking you up, you represent Rochester!”
Employee?? He thought the Christiansen’s were sending an employee to pick me up, well…this is going to be interesting.
I smiled politely at my fool of a father.
“I’ve already purchased me a dress, I assure you, I have no intentions of embarrassing my family.”
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