I breathe, letting my lips buzz, the sound echoing in its brassy wonder. Letting my fingers dance over the valves in a familiar patter, the sound reaching my ears through the blackness. A smirk plays across my vibrating lips as I effortlessly hit the C above the staff. I can feel the envious glares from the others in my section. Well, hey, at least you can throw envious looks. It's more than I can say of myself.

Then, a sound I hadn't heard in this room for years reaches my ears. A low, reedy bellow comes from the front of the room. I go silent. The bellow molds to a soulful ballad that brings tears to my unseeing eyes. The band room was completely void of sound except the weeping pitches coming from the instrument I thought I'd never hear again.

The ballad finishes with a finial gut-wrenching note as the bell rings for class to start. The whole jazz band has been shocked into silence.

"Hey, guys! As you can see, we have a new student here in jazz with us. We've been in need of a bari player, and as luck would have it, this lovely girl has joined us," comes Mr. Garcia's voice. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Hello! I'm Noemi," the new girl says in a tenor pitch. Her voice sends a shiver down my spine. "I play the baritone saxophone, and I just moved here from San Francisco. I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you." I can hear the smile in her voice.

Mr. Garcia suggests playing some ice-breaker games as if we aren't all in high school, but we just roll with it.I flinch a little when it comes to be my turn. I don't exactly love being pegged as the school's token blind girl.

"My name's Evie. I play trumpet," I say shortly.

"What the heck is wrong with your eyes?" she asks. "You're not even looking at the people who're speaking, and it's incredibly rude. Trumpet players," she mutters under her breath.

I don't even bother trying to explain myself. Everyone will probably do that for me after I'm safely out of earshot. I'm just done explaining my situation to people. Fate dealt me a tall glass of bullshit, and I don't see why people are so into it. Drama, drama, drama. Recently he said that she said that we said some shit that you wouldn't believe, right? High schoolers are nothing if not drama-obsessed fools.

Once I'm out of the deserted hallway, I pull a cigarette out of my pocket and strike a match against a locker. An unruly habit, I know, so don't even bother trying to hard-time me on this. I need a release. I need to feel something if I can't see anything. The burn in my chest is calming and reassuring. I can still feel, if nothing else. I can still destroy myself, bit by bit.

The smoke detectors have been out for decades, and I exhale a giant puff in their general direction.

I can't believe he got replaced. That was never supposed to happen. She even sounds like him, plays like him, acts like him. God. This was never supposed to happen.

"Evie!" a voice calls from down the hall. "I'm so sorry! I had no right to say that, even if you weren't... you know."

"I would have to agree," I spit.

"Why did you run off like that? And are you smoking?" Noemi asks incredulously.

"Are you asking obvious questions?" I taunt, imitating her tone. "I ran off cause I don't want to explain it all again. Clearly I am smoking. You, unlike me, have two functioning eyes. This should be apparent. Want a drag?" I offer, holding out the smoldering cigarette in the direction of her voice.

"I suppose so," she answers, sounding uncertain. Noemi takes it from me, and a series of coughs soon follow. She places it in my mouth before I can object. I shiver from the light contact; I'm not used to people touching me, even by accident. People usually make sure to steer clear of me.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?" Her question startles me out of my gentle haze. Noemi sounds thoughtful.

"Never," I say, bewildered. "They're just brown, right?" I ask for confirmation.

"Have you seem them? 'Just' is not the right word for it," Noemi states admirably.

"I have seen them, actually, though it's been a few years. I don't remember anything special about them. My brother, now he had some eyes. They the most startling blue you've ever seen. We'd pass people on the street, and we'd see them do a double-take every time. It was really something..." I trail off.

"Had?"

"Yes."

"Wanna talk about it?" she offers somberly.

"Not particularly." The tears start to well up in my useless eyes, and I pray to the God that I don't believe in that Noemi doesn't see.

"Okay. But I'm here if you need me. It's the least I can do," Noemi says softly. "I'm sorry, whatever it was that happened. You seem like a really wonderful person, and no one deserves to lose someone like that."

A soft smile touches my lips. " Thank you. That means a lot."

"Anytime, Evie," comes her sweet voice, followed by a soft hand grasping mine.


AN: How was the first chapter? I really would like to hear what you guys think! If you have any suggestions or plot ideas, comment or direct message me (this goes for the rest of the book as well). I know everyone says this, but please comment. It makes me feel loved, and it's great to know what's going on in your guys' heads while reading this as a writer.

-Unfortunate Seven

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