Four Players one Lover

CHAPTER ONE

  Ciara Maura was in her opinion, the worst good looking man a guitar player that had ever graced Maxwell high.if anything, she would surely get beat and lyrics from Allen; the Gods of jazz and all things guitar.

she had been in these for so long.he was first chair in selecting band, beating her by only 3 points. His life was rated five stars, ann Maura's own probably a solid three star.

             That actually grew less with time 

 A nasty fight with her step mother turned into threatening to put her up for adoption, which in turn became her moment and present situation; sitting on her sister's couch a town over, discussing her transportation to school and how the feeding stuff is going to be.

she hated her family. Her stepmother who thought she could get away with everything because her father left. her brother, who shared a similar distaste for allowing a "disobedient child" in her very own house.Thier useless dog and stupid cat that made her puffed up with pride more than she already had from crying.

      She wanted nothing more than to wake up and play music and sit next to Allen, blending and mixing in with the rest of the instruments and being whole with the band kids.she wanted to be part of something. A part of a family that wasn't being separated as summer neared.she craved to lean on someone and just cry.

 so she did what any other teen would do. snapped some fine picture and send it to a few individuals and friends hoping probably they might be response from someone. The notification light lit up almost immediately and Maura checked it. it was nobody other than Allen, 

his message projecting a little hope in his dark time and moment. 

                  Hey Maura, are you alright? 

        yes- but my step  mother  is making life difficult for me,  she make me live with my uncle and I'll probably have to switch schools.:(

         oh. I'm sorry about that. did you like your uncle?