I softly glide my fingers over the keys, listening as a gentle melody flows out of the base. I close my eyes letting my body play the tune by memory.

Once the song has ended I carefully lift my fingers off the piano and sigh.

"Well done Riley." My father calls out from behind me. "I haven't heard you play that for a while. It was always my favourite."

I turn my head to smile at him. It was true. I didn't usually play that song much anymore. I always play songs that match my emotions, and I haven't truly felt this cheerful and happy for a long time.

"Thankyou." I reply.

"Riley, you should play that one you made up. Can you please play it?" Auggie requests.

"Which one, I have made quite a few?" I ask him.

He thinks for a minute. "The one that goes…" he begins to hum a tune that I recognize instantly.

I scan through my messy pages full of songs I have created. Writing music was my second favourite activity after writing in my journal. They were so similar yet different. When I write I can use words to describe felling but when I write music I use the chords and notes to show how I feel.

I love to make music and I always keep my music for in times like this, when I need to perform. But I don't like to show my pieces anyway, the only people I show are family.

This particular piece I know off by heart, but I know Auggie loves it when I play with sheet music in front of me. It makes me look 'professional'.

I find the sheet quickly knowing exactly where I put it since the last time used it. I place my hands lightly on the keys prepared to start and ready my foot above the pedal. I look back at Auggie and he motions for me to commence.

The song drifts through the air quietly and gradually crescendos. The room is deadly quiet except for the tune playing from the piano.

As I play the final note I hear applause from them all and I stand and do a quick curtesy, laughing. It truly is the best day I've had in a while.

The weekend rolls by quickly and before I know it I'm on the subway making my way towards school, my new journal clutched in my hand along with my bag.

I look around curiously at the passengers to check for new writing material and to see if one of 'them' is on the train. And by pure coincidence one of 'them' is on the train, the girl with the long blonde hair to be exact. When she sees me she beams and waves me over.

I walk over reluctantly gliding around others as I go. I quickly grab onto the pole she is standing next to, as not to fall over, when the train goes rolling to a stop.

"Hey!" she says beaming with delight.

"Hey…" I say nervously. This is the first time I have seen one of 'them' since they gave me the journal.

"I never really properly introduced myself. Hi, I'm Maya Hart." She puts out her hand for me.

I grasp it and reply, "Riley Matthews,"

I sigh as I fall onto my bed after a long day at school. I smile fondly at the memory of hanging out with Maya, Lucas (otherwise known as Mr Perfect) and Farkle (The Genius) all day long. It feel a surge of happiness that I haven't felt in a while.

But that all comes crashing down with one buzz.

I pick up my phone carefully and read the message. 'What a loser. You think you have found friends? As if, they will leave you behind. You are too weird for them.'

There is a familiar stinging sensation behind my eyes. I have always been so insecure, it's my biggest flaw. Maybe they don't like me, maybe they are just trying to be nice.

My hand reaches to pick up my new journal and my hand flies across the paper quickly.

There's this feeling again.
Like petals and teardrops,
I am falling.
I let someone in, and they destroy me-
leaving me, crushing every part of me.
I am scared.
I am restless.
I am starting to build walls around my heart,
starting to get lost in my thoughts,
and in the deepest corners of my soul.

So many times I fall, I'm falling, I fall apart.
I'm so concerned with pity things, it drags me farther down.
Why do we run from things we're scared of?
I see it now it's all so clear.
No, there's no turning back from here.

A/N: Hey! I know I haven't posted in ages! I feel really bad! I got really busy, but I know that gives me no excuse. I had an good portion of this done a while back but I never got around to finishing it. Anyway, as you can see it is up! I hope you all enjoy! Follow, Favourite and Review.

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