Big Mac

Chapter 2- Piano Recitals

OK here is another chapter. Two chapters in one day! I've never done that before, but this is a fairly new story so maybe it's better to have more for people to read. I'm actually kind of scared about this story. I'm trying to make it as relatable as I can, and I know I'm writing about some touchy subjects that are very sensitive and actually a big problem. I want you guys to realize that bullying is real, and it affects the person a lot. I know I'm guilty of it too, maybe I'm not always joining in, but ignoring the person doesn't help at all. Anyways I really do hope I don't give up on this story, I kind of said the same thing about my last one, but unlike this last one I do have an ending in mind. How I get there I'm not exactly sure yet. But here is another chapter! :) Quick question. Should I enter this in the Watty Awards? 

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 The big piano hid her face and body from the large crowd of people. Her stomach was filled with nerves. She saw her sister and parents sitting in the front row, a smile on their face. He heart swelled with happiness. Here was where Amanda felt the happiest. At the piano, she forgot about everything and she enjoyed the way her fingers glided across the piano.

Everyone was quiet now. They were expecting her to play. Her fingers itched to glide across the piano. She took a deep breath and played.

The piano's music enveloped her like a warm blanket, the song was quiet at first. Soft little chords and melodies blended together and gradually it grew faster. Her fingers were gliding all over the place, her body lost in the music.

Amanda almost felt pretty then. Happiness soared through her, she knew she was good. The song was finally finished, and she sat there a small smile on her face. She did it. She played the whole song from memory.

People were clapping real hard now, and people were standing up now and whistling. Now was the time where she should of gotten up and bowed, and walk off for the next person to play. But she was lost in thought. “Encore!” Someone yelled. “Encore!” A couple other people shouted.

Amanda got out of her stupor. They want another song? Her stomach danced with butterflies. There was another song she knew, a much softer song. And quietly she played, the whole room deathly silent again.

“Wow Amanda you did great!” Her father said giving her a pat on the back. “I'm proud of you.” A couple other people congratulated the great job Amanda did.

“Thank you.” She said, looking at the big black piano with longing. She had always wanted a piano like that, not one like that old crappy keyboard she had at home.

“I didn't know you played so well.” Amanda's little sister, Nicole said toying with her long blonde hair.

“You heard me practice at home, didn't you?” Amanda asked, she couldn't help but feel a little irritable with her.

“Yeah but not that good.”

Amanda couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride. She also couldn't help noting that Nicole couldn't play piano for squat. “We've been thinking,” Amanda's mother said as they all got in the car. “You have done really good tonight, Amanda and your father and I are very proud of you.” She paused for a second looking at Amanda in the rear view mirror. “We decided to make a compromise with you. We know how much you need a new piano.”

Amanda's heart fluttered with excitement. She was finally going to get a new piano! “So we decided if you work with us to lose some weight we will get you a new piano.” Her mom finished. Amanda couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She should of known it was going to be something like this.

“Mom, I've been trying to lose weight.” Amanda said. “It's just too hard. I’m too fat!” Tears threatened to spill out. Did her weight always have to be a subject of conversation. She knew she was fat. She knew she was ugly. Wasn't that good enough?

“You can do my morning runs with me.” Nicole offered. “Me and a couple other girls run every morning for cheer.”

I would rather die. Amanda thought bitterly to herself. “It's fine, I would rather run by myself.” She retorted.

“Amanda!” Her mom reprimanded her. “Your sister was only trying to be nice.”

“And I only told her I wanted to run by myself.” Amanda said. “Whats wrong with that? Besides,” She added bitterly. “I might not be able to keep up with them.”

That was a pretty embarrassing thing to say but it was true and she was angry. A while ago her parents signed her up for cheer. But it was obvious that she couldn't do it. She was chubby, even back then. She shuddered at the embarrassing time she tried to be a flier. No, she hated cheer and she hated cheerleaders.

They were mean. It was no fun watching her sister become the very type of person that she hated in high school, the people that laughed at her and made her feel like she was no better than a piece of garbage on the road. Well make that a big piece of garbage on the road.

When they got home she retreated in her room and shut the door., taking the Vogue magazine out of it's hiding place.