I had to do this in 800 word or less...my teachers friggin insane!!!!!!!
The sky was the color of Pepto-Bismol that summer evening and my friend Bailey and I sat on the curb of the street outside of her house. Our favorite song was playing on the radio, but Aerosmith’s solid guitar skills weren’t succeeding in helping us face the facts. We knew that summer was ending as the sun continued to sink behind the lakes that stretched behind the neighborhood houses, and we knew that I was going to start next year at junior high. Bailey was one year younger than me, too young to go to middle school. She was my soul sister and we couldn’t stand being split up like this. It was like our friendship was getting close to an apocalypse.
“Can you pass the grapes?” Bailey asked. I nodded, dumping a bunch into her lap and laughed at her shocked face. She frowned at me with a disapproving cross of the arms, followed by a turned up nose.
“Do you remember how we met?” I asked suddenly. Bailey’s frown turned into a slight smile.
“Yeah. Our moms made us talk to each other after we got into a fight.”
“No, what did we fight over?” Her excited expression told me she remembered.
“The grapes,” she said. Bailey was right. We had been four at the time and our parents had set out some fruit. Apparently we both loved grapes and there wasn’t enough for the both of us to share. After our parents made us solve our dilemma out we continued to eat the grapes. Bailey had even insisted that she didn’t like them since they weren’t fresh ones.
“Grapes,” Bailey repeated.
“Fresh seedless grapes,” I said. She punched me teasingly. Although I was older, she was taller than me, more intimidating, and stronger. And because she was stronger, whenever she punched me, I would hold my arm discreder4cf3swetly to my side.
“Hey Ms. Brenda’s here,” Bailey said, pointing at the little Corolla. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. This was Bailey’s last piano lesson. We both despised the teacher, Ms. Brenda, whose laughs sound much like the sound a dog makes before barfing. The dreadful thing is she laughs at everything I do.
I walked into the house, Bailey and Ms. Brenda behind me. Bailey sat at the piano with Ms. Brenda breathing down her neck. Ms. Brenda was rather fat, so her exterior fell over each side of the chair. I couldn’t stop staring at her sometimes, she was that strange.
I sat on the couch in the same living room and watched as Ms. Brenda began to instruct. I had never been to one of Bailey’s piano lessons, recitals, anything she had to do with music. My point: I had never heard Bailey play on the piano before. As pathetic a friend that might make me sound, it was true.
“B flat,” Ms. Brenda shouted. I jumped and Ms. Brenda laughed. Bailey’s dog looked up and barked. Bailey then looked back at me with a teasing gesture. Unaware that we were making fun of her, Ms. Brenda finished the lesson in twenty minutes.
I loved how the piano sounded, and Bailey was really good at playing it. Ms. Brenda exited the house and drove off in a cloud of smoke. Bailey stood up. She quickly put her long brown hair into a ponytail. She was sweating slightly.
“Livi, I was so nervous with you watching me,” she said. I gave her a hug.
“I thought it was good,” I said.
Bailey went into the kitchen to make us peanut fluff sandwiches. Marshmallows and peanut butter combined was like Alpha and Omega. They were meant to be. I was still sitting on the living room couch, staring at the piano. It looked like it was staring me down, trying to pull me into the keys. Finally, I got up and sat down at the stool.
“Hey Bailey, can I play?” I asked.
“Sure,” Bailey shouted from the kitchen. As soon as my finger hit the keys I felt as if I had been playing for years. Something inside me clicked and I continued to let my fingers fly over the keys like frantic spider legs. To Bailey, it sounded like an elephant was trying to play. To me, it sounded like music.
Bailey walked over with our dinner and slapped my hands. I pulled them in close.
“What?” I said.
“I’m going to teach you a song. This will be a gift from me to you,” she said. Bailey taught me “Mary Had A Little Lamb”. The way she taught me the song it was like I was on a roller coaster. We started slow and pretty soon we picked up speed. Sometimes I would fall fast on that roller coaster and get a wrong note. Then I would pick up speed again and I would keep on to playing. I got the song down pat and continued to play it every day.
Soon after I started middle school I got piano lessons which were taught none other than Ms. Brenda. Now instead of playing by ear, I’m playing by reading the notes on the page. I played in recitals in churches and at my middle school performances. Four years have passed and I still haven’t forgotten Bailey’s gift. Now, after every single performance, I play “Mary Had a Little Lamb”. This is my way of saying, “I dedicate this performance to Bailey, my soul sister.”

i got a 26 out of 30 on this!!!!