Hm, this isn't that great. Its another of these little poetic one-shots.

This particular one is kind of a life story. So I hope you like, but won't be hurt if you don't. Like I said, it didn't turn out very good.

I always felt left out; a loner amidst a sea of friendships. Nobody would come near me. Nobody knew my name. I secluded myself in little alcoves at lunch, avoiding human contact as if every other student had contracted the Black Plague.

I was a social outcast, and it was all because of elementary bullies.

I had never thought that one thing could change my life forever, even when it had been right under my nose.

It wasn't until middle school that I stopped to smell the rose. Until then, I had never stopped to see what life held for me. I focused on the bad things, on the social torture I endured that sent me home in tears each day.

What changed things?

Music.

Band became my home. It became my life and began to consume my time. My idea of an 'easy A' had actually become something I lived for, somewhere I belonged. I understood music better then I understood anything.

How had it taken me so long to find the music? It had been in my heart. My family was music orientated, with a grandfather a skilled bassoonist despite his death in early elementary, and a mother who had been an avid band geek in her school years. How could I miss such a great thing?

All my life I had been searching for what was missing. In reality, it had been there.

My friends had left me over and over, but music; it had been there all along.