Eighteen;
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It was only a couple of days before Christmas break did I find a note inside my locker, telling me to go to the Hall at breaktime. I recognised the small, flowing and rather neat handwriting, so I scrunched up the letter angrily.
Why?
But, for good measure, I put the scrunched up note in my pocket. My music folder may or may not have been in my backpack all this time, waiting. Waiting for this moment.
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.
