At the end of May, I’ll be releasing another book. Here you can read the first 4 pages. The eBook is currently available to pre-order on my Amazon page. Also, keep an eye out for more posts on this blog! I will be trying my best once the book is released to get back into this blog!

Chapter 1

Park, Leo, & Patrick

The weather is sharp, but there is a rhythm in the heart of everyone that can only be disturbed by the reality of life. The beat is in their steps, being created by the dreams in their hearts. The goals for their future, their desires in life. The ones they love, the ones they hate. It all creates a song.

Sound and music bring people together.

There were many people who wouldn’t have a life without music. There are many who cannot do anything without music. Park Sutton was one such teenager. In his prime, at 16, he skips his way to school with his headphones covering his ears. His smile and joy didn’t distract him from the looks of passers-by, although at this point, everyone knew him. Every morning, some people would see his bouncing, shaggy brown hair on their daily commute, and their day would be incomplete without seeing it. He would always hum along as he approached school on the sharp winter’s day, as school had only recently started up again after Christmas break. Park was in sixth form, studying to go to university, or so his teachers would like.

Park didn’t care for that; he didn’t care for any exams he had to do, and didn’t understand why he should do them. His mind was made up; he wanted to play music, and he wanted to write music. All he cared about was music.

The school was in sight for him. He could see those around him walking up to the front gates with their friends, chatting and talking, whilst he smiled to himself.

As he approached the gates, before even taking a single step into the school, a hand stretched out, blocking him.

“Headphones.” A stern teacher said as Park looked up at the intimidating teacher, who had no intention of letting Park through.

“Sorry,” Park said as he took them off and unplugged them from his old phone, several models behind the current generation. He took off his backpack, unzipping it and shoving the wires deep in. Whilst it was open, the teacher caught a glimpse of what was inside, only two books and a bundle of various pieces of paper. Sheet music from various compositions, all of which had been printed or scribbled down by him.

As Park zipped up his bag, the teacher lowered their arm, and Park rushed into the school, heading to the only room he cared about, the music room. Except, he couldn’t go there just yet. As per the school’s rules, he needed to let his form tutor know that he was in school and not skipping out on classes. So, Park walked around the school, strolling his way onto the second floor, where he walked into his class and met with Miss Rachel Monroe. Miss Monroe was young, it was the first school she had worked at, and she had been there for almost 4 years now, approaching her 30s. Within that time, she was able to work closely with the kids, and even managed to get her own form class of Sixth Form kids for the first time.

Right now, most of her kids were sitting in their seats, talking to each other about what happened over the weekend. The girls were gossiping, and the guys were trying to listen to see if it was about them. This was a time when both exams and love were equally important in everyone’s lives.

Then, from behind her desk, Miss Monroe saw Park poke his head through the doorway.

“Are you joining us, Park?” she said as she looked up to him with a smile, her blonde hair parting beside her head.

“Nope! Just letting you know I’m here.”

Park had barely stood into the doorway, only enough to poke his head in and have a clear conversation.

Miss Monroe rolled her eyes with a smile. This was a regular occurrence, one that told her she had arrived at her job.

“I guess those three are always like that.” She said to herself with a smile, loving the youthful feeling of friendship she felt.