Long and slim like her clarinet, Jeannie sat in the stairwell and practiced. Her blond bangs fell into her eyes but she continued to read the notes on the page, ignoring the itch and the sting. Her father's words rang in her ear: "You will never be the best. You're just a worthless little bitch, and I'm sorry that you're mine." As tears rolled down her cheeks, she kept her face impassive and willed the notes and their echoes to drown out her own mind.
She was going to prove him wrong.
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