Eleven;
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Josephine had kissed my cheek today, because I had played 'Happy Birthday' to her. She had turned seventeen, like me, so I played it to her at break. She had told me (well, written down) that it sounded right, no mistakes whatsoever. I was improving bit by bit. And the bullies weren't going to bring me down.
Josephine agreed to meeting me at sunset on the hill in the park. I was going to give her her birthday present. And I knew in my heart that she would like it. She was going to love it...
YOU ARE READING
A Silent Symphony - A Short Story
RomanceIn which a boy picks up his sheet music for the first time in three years, after becoming deaf and therefore, losing almost all that he loved.
