Follow your Heart
"Sweetie come downstairs, you do not want to get late for your first day at your guitar lesson," said my mom. "I will be there in just a minute," I said as I put on my clothes. As I sat sluggishly in the back of my dad's car I thought of how great the guitar lesson might turn out to be. "Honey, are you excited? I have heard your teacher is very friendly," my dad said. Once we got there I struggled to put a smile on my face. For some reason just looking at the place made me feel like I didn't belong there at all. "Hi my name is Mr. Bowman and I will be teaching you the guitar," said my guitar teacher in a very fancy way. "Hi my name is Hayleigh," I said trying to lift my hand to shake his hand. Looking at his hands I saw bristle and line marks. He said those marks were from the guitar strings. Once we got started I felt like I could doze off, but it will show my dad that I never wanted ...
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