Pyotr’s POV
“I’m sorry, Pyotr. You’re a real sweetheart but I don’t think we’re meant to be.” She said. It were lies. I knew you dumped me because I’m poor. But still I let you go without a word because I had like my mother called it a ‘golden heart’. I was too sweet, too naive. And this was the result. The only thing I’ve learned from being dumped so many times is that the only woman I can trust is my mother. Forget love. I only needed music and my mom to be happy.
“Are you really going?” My mother asked softly. We sat at our way too little kitchen table on old wooden chair that really needed to be replaced. Just like a lot of things in this one bedroom house I shared with my mom. The bathroom was narrow and so was the kitchen but it was still a roof over our heads and that’s why we didn’t complain.
“Yes mom..” I answered.
“I always knew you were going to leave the house someday but I never knew that you would leave so fast.” She said and she then placed a little box on the table. I looked confused at the box before opened it. It was a smartphone.
“It’s not the newest out there but I was thinking if you went so far away from home, you’d need something to contact me.” She explained and I stood up to give her a hug. “Thanks mom.” I said with a genuine smile. I had a mobile phone before but it had been ages ago and I tried working to buy myself a new one. But then all the money I saved went to the music academy applied too. The uniform, the books and the second hand violin I bought were quite expensive. I was also going to stay at the Academy since it was in Austria and I lived in Russia.
“Mom, as soon as I have the time, I’ll visit you.” I promised. Then as I was about to leave, I take my gloves out of the pockets of my coat and give them to my mom. “It’s not as amazing as the gift you gave me but you need these gloves more than me.” I said and she smiles at me and gives me another hug.
And that’s the last I see of her before I left to the airport and went onto the plane.
That was three months ago and now I’m studying at the all boys classical music academy. I honestly thought that was a normal school only for students who studied and played classical music but I was wrong. Well, for the most part I was right but the class I was put in wasn’t normal. I was put in the class for ‘special and problematic’ students. The S- class. The other classes were the S class, the A class, the B class and the C class. Those were actually based on how good you were but the S- class only had 2 other students aside of myself. The reasons to be put in this class were if you either had mental or physical problems and the last reason was if you were actually too young to attend this academy but were still so talented that they couldn’t reject you.
One of the other students in this class had stage fright and he always got into trouble with the headmaster because he always brought girls into his dorm, he would meet those girls outside of the school.
The other boy of this class was deaf but I didn’t know much more about him except for the fact that he always played very depressing music and that he came late almost every day for the first hour.
We were in class one day as the teacher interrupted his lecture to tell that there would be a new student joining us tomorrow.
“A girl?” Alexis asked, the guy with stage fright and Ludwig, the deaf one didn’t react and continued playing with his brown long hair.
“This is an all boys academy..” I said to Alexis.
“I know, Pyotr but please let me dream for once.” Alexis said.
The teacher sighed and then told: “The new student is called Vincent, he’s from France and is German is pretty bad. So be so kind to guide him, Alexis.” And then he continued his lecture.
I couldn’t help but wonder why this new student would be placed into the S- class. His bad German wouldn’t be the reason because there were a few students in other classes that didn’t speak German so well. I wondered what else could make this guy different.
This school is definitely weird.
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