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Disaster

Maybe a flicker of light is enough.

The white keys of the piano are the good experiences and the black keys are the unfavorable ones, they say.
The bad experiences make music too.

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"As we go along with our lives, we listen to music of our own story. We create our own world, our own destiny"

I could still hear his raspy voice saying those words. A great musician, Mr. Edward Blake.

He has taught me lot of things, not just playing the keys, but also living my life.

But we're not going to talk about him.
We're going to talk about my life. My disaster.

My name is Credence, and I don't believe in anything.

I consider myself as a psycho because ripping off book pages is the only thing that makes me feel comfortable. And yes, that's a major problem in school, but it is not the disaster I'm talking about.

I could say I'm also a pianist, if I wanted to call myself one. But only on sundays, me and my mom serve at the chapel of our town.

My environment isn't that exciting, but I'm not expecting any city to be exciting either. How about a library filled with books to rip off for free without boring teachers or crazy librarians with their pink eyeglasses complaining like a raging lion that was freed from the zoo for the first time?

I could live there my entire life.
But, nope. That library doesn't exist.

Maybe you're thinking that I don't have friends because I have weird obssesions?

You're right.

I see highschool as a zoo filled with animals divided into several groups I call teenage species. The nerds who carry tempting books, the bull bullies, the jerks who are proud of their stupidity, the jocks with their disgusting busting bodies, and girls.

There's nothing special about the girls, they are all the same. Maybe there are some girl nerds too, and bullies, but I don't want to notice them.

Maybe you're thinking that I've been dumped before, no. I don't even know what love feels like. I don't like boys too, just in case you think I'm gay.

I'm not as religious as my mother is. Not as stupid as my father neither. He's dead. I hate him.

Dictionary says that disaster is an unforeseen event causing great loss, upset or unpleasantness of whatever kind. And that will happen soon.

Soon.

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