STORY 2
Adele- Hello
' They say times supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing'
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She sat there, on the school bench, all alone. She sadly envied the scenery before her, everybody else talking and laughing with their friends.
While she barely had one.
The wind began to blow Niomi's brunette locks as she tried to keep them into place. Failing, miserably. The wind never stopped its doing. Causing the torn pages from her notepad to slip out.
Niomi gasped. Anything that she wrote in those pages were really sacred and private. She didn't want anybody to see. She quickly stood up, hoping to get her get back her notes but before she could reach her notes, a hand had already got them.
"Would you look at this," Brittany's voice echoed and her words never failed to lace some wickedness in it. "What is all of this? All of these dirty, stupid notes," She grimaced at Niomi's notes. While her minions, Lily and Kourtney stood by her side.
"Give it back," Niomi fought. While Brittany let out a snicker. Looking back to her minions. "Look guys, she's fighting over these... these... dumb notes," She eyed the one that caught her attention. "What's so special anyways?" She teased and began to read one of them. Out loud. That's when Niomi began to uncontrollably shake.
Fear. Was what she was feeling now.
"Quite it. Brittany," another voice interrupted. There stood one of Brittany's old friend. Nichole. She was one of the few who never feared Brittany, the high school biggest bully. Kourtney now stood in front of Nichole, face to face like the two arch nemesis (s) they were. A once destroyed friendship, that turned into something like this. "I suggest you get out of my face before I make you," Nichole warned.
Never wasting time to be straight forward with each 'other, was the one thing they still had in common.
"And what if I don't?" Kourtney fired back, not at all afraid of Nichole. Nichole's patience was running thin, they wouldn't back down to each other. Ever.
"Hey, hey, quit it. This is not the time," Finally, Nichole and Kourtney returned to reality and focused on what was happening around them.
Nichole backed away, grabbing the notes from Brittany. "Don't you ever mess with her, got it?" Nichole warned looking Brittany dead in the eyes. "Yeah, whatever. " She sort of agreed, which wouldn't lay well with Brittany. She didn't like when people told her what to do. So it wasn't over.
Nicole then gave back the papers to Niomi. "I'm Nichole," She said pulling out her hand to shake. But instead of shaking it back, Niomi pulled Nicole into a hug. "Niomi," she introduced.
Once they both let go she began singing the translated version of a song from her favorite Latin artist.
"January always takes me to you
The sun, your hands, and the cold
Madrid
Feeding a gray memory
A year on pause, stop"
"You have a voice of an angel," Nicole complemented. "Thank you." Niomi thanked with a smile as they began to walk off. "So music is really special to you?" Nichols glanced at the scraps in her notebook.
"Oh, you don't know how much. Music has saved my life. Music healed what time could not.
And she was sure she'd be writing something about her first friend.
Who accepted her, with everything she had to offer.