“It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, Thank you.”Mia. Seventeen. Oregon. Cello.
*Independent If I Stay blog. Not spoiler free.*
She’s been failing school a lot, she feels like she doesn’t belong there and most of it goes over her head anyway, so she tries to get kicked out given she’d much rather have her father frustrated with her for doing shit she shouldn’t — she’s used to that, and so is he — instead of him being disappointed. It’s a new thing for the both of them, and neither really like it. But as a result of this her father’s taken her drums and has demanded she study at the library every day after school. So there she is, but she’s not studying. She’s using her pens as drumsticks against the table because it’s the only way she knows how to keep everything out and god does she need to keep everything out.
Mia isn’t flunking anything. In fact, she’s doing quite well with all of her subjects. Though, straight B’s aren’t going to exactly help her on her path to Juilliard. So, instead of hanging around with Adam and his band after school to watch them practice, she’s taken up the habit of finding herself at the library on a daily basis to get in as much study as she can. Even if she was supposed to be at home doing her own music practice considering she had an audition in a few weeks. – She sat there, elbows leaning against the table as she watched the girl in front of her tap away.
❝You know, you should probably swap the desk for a drum kit and the library for a soundproof room. No one wants to hear you.❞
