Chapter 8

It was my fourth day in high school and so far, I knew my way around the school, knew all my teachers' names and also made a few friends. I was walking to my locker when a poster in the hallway caught my attention. It was a poster of the music club inviting people to join. It was a really cool poster.

Paige walked up to me but didn't say anything to announce her presence. If it wasn't for her scent, I wouldn't have noticed that she was by my side. I pretended not to notice her and continued studying the poster before me.

"You thinking of joining the music club?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I've always been interested in music, but my dad wouldn't let me take any singing lessons or learn how to play any musical instruments. Says it's a waste of time," I replied without looking at her.

"Music is not a waste of time. It's the language that connects us humans together; the medium that passes a message across to the soul even without words; a solace in times of distress.