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[12 Jul 2003|01:33pm] |
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Falling Out -- Relient K |
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"Oh, honey, this will be such a great experience for you! Riley's parents say her talent has really expanded since her time at ACPA. We just know it will be the same for you."
That was the bomb both of my parents dropped on me three weeks ago today. That they were transferring me to an academy for the arts. Because, obviously, my talents weren't expanding on their own.
I guess I should start from the beginning and try my hardest not to sound bitter and ungrateful. My name's Kyra Jean -- Kyra to my friends. I grew up in downtown Chicago with my best friend of eight years -- Riley Jones. The beautiful, the witty, the talented. I sound like I'm naming traits of the next knight at the roundtable. You know, "RILEY THE BRILLIANT." Sorry, I have extreme tendencies to be lame. But anyways, our parents were best friends, so it only seemed natural for our personalities to fit together perfectly.
I'm majoring in instrumental music. More specifically? I play bass. Sometimes I sing, but I don't consider it one of my strong points. I picked up my first guitar when I was ten years old, and I guess it's something that's stuck with me.
My first day was alright, considering the circumstances. Transferring mid-year to a brand new school, with one friend. The only thing I know about San Fransisco is Rice-A-Roni, and I wouldn't exactly say that's something to brag about. A guy in the hallways accidentally stepped on my foot -- sending me and my books flying through the air. Graceful, right?
.. Right.
[[ AIM -- holla back kyra ]]
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