Chapter Seven

                                    

                                          
Author's Note: Hey guys so this is chapter seven. Hope you like it! Comment and vote! :)
                          
Duces! ~BRI
                          
Grace's POV :
                          
I was currently in my room practicing my clarinet. There was one part in one of the songs we play that I keep messing up, and I want to get it down packed for tonight.
                          
I played it again and played through it smoothly.
                          
Finally! I finally got it! Yes!
                          
I played it again just to make sure it wasn't luck. 
                          
Nope not luck, played it perfectly again!
                          
Satisfied with how I sounded; I packed up my instrument, and put my music in my purse.I also grabbed my keys and, coat heading downstairs.
                          
I found my mother in her office doing work as usual.
                          
"Hey mom."
                          
She didn't look up, but she knew I was here.
                          
"Hi sweetie. What is it?"
                          
"Oh, well I'm just letting you know that I'm heading off to the concert."
                          
"What concert?" She said. She still had her head down in her papers.
                          
"Um...concert festival. My concert that I told you about. You are coming right?"
                          
My mother froze with her hand in mid air. She finally looked up at me.
                          
"Your concert...that's tonight?"
                          
"Yes mother its tonight. I've been telling you this for a month now."
                          
"Oh sweetie. I'm sorry but I can't make it. I'm swamped with paperwork and I have an important meeting later." She have me a sympathetic smile.
                          
But I knew it was to good to be true. I knew she wouldn't be able to come. She never does. 
                          
I sighed.
                          
"Its fine mom. Your busy, I understand. " I put on a fake smile to show her.
                          
She smiled back. "Great! Good luck tonight!"
                          
And with that she went back to work leaving me standing in her doorway. Sighing I turned around and closed the door.
                          
She is always working. She never has time to come to any of my events anymore. 
                          
It wasn't always like this. She use to spend every waking moment with me, but that was before the accident.
                          
I felt a tear run down my cheek. I quickly brushed it off when I hear footsteps coming this way.
                          
Crap now mom is going to see me crying and give me another talk again.
                          
I can't handle another talk about them, not now.
                          
Soon my mother came into view. She had her work folder in her hand and she was looking down at it. She didn't even look up when she passed me. She kept walking and entered the kitchen. I couldn't see her anymore but I could hear her. She was banging cups and what not. Finally she emerged again but this time she had a coffee mug in her other hand. And just like before she walked past me like I wasn't there.
                          
She didn't see me.
                          
I sighed, another round of tears falling down my face.
                          
I'm a ghost in my own house.
                          
Austin's POV:
                          
Finally its concert festival! Man I've been waiting for this for so long. Now its here and we can be done with this now!