EMILY
“There's no way, look, I feel like everyone tries one at least,” said Jake, trailing just behind me as I walked in the thick of the woods. “Come on, I don't expect you to be like me, you know, music is my thing. But at least something. The cello? Flute? Come on.“
Stifling a chuckle, I replied, “I told you, Jake, I just never got around playing any. Most kids in school did it. Music wasn't treated like a core subject at my school.“
I was wondering what Jake thought of my life now that he had gotten to see more of me. He must be beyond convinced that my life was so f*cking boring, and for the most part, he would be right. You see, I had learned to enjoy life in my own way, to see 'fun' in simple things, to keep a smile on my face even as I had no choice but to witness the injustic
