Snow Notes

Sex? Eventually later on~
I dunno, I dont feeling like writing dirty yet so bear with me~
I love Snow!
Enjoy
-Haruko

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Chapter 1
Snow

Snow was lightly falling down on the dark streets. Carrying his guitar, Ephraim made his way to the apartment complex he called home. It towered over him looking down like a castle. How many nights am I going to continue to do this? He pondered to himself and pushed the heavy glass door.

“Good Evening Eppie, your out rather late tonight.” The doorman called from behind the counter. His warm smile made the boy feel a bit calmer. “How did it go?”

“Well you know, some nights are better than others.” He faked a smile then waved goodbye and headed up the small staircase. Each night for the past couple of months Ephraim went to perform on the streets with his guitar for spending cash, he’s even become quite famous in the town; but it doesn’t pay well… He did work at a local coffee shop but it didn’t pay very well, heck sometimes he didn’t even get paid at all. He had considered just working in a fast food joint like most of his friends but his conscience didn’t let him. ‘Ephraim my dear boy, it seems you have inherited your grandfathers fingers! You’re better at playing the guitar, cello, piano, even the violin better than your Mom!’ These words echoed in his head as he walked down the moss-green hallway towards his uncle’s apartment. He smiled at the echoes in his mind as he unlocked the door and went in.

“Sup Eppie.” His uncle coarsely called from the living room.

“Hey Uncle.” Ephraim called back taking off his scarf and coat.

“Pizza is on the dinner table.” He called. Ephraim sighed, every night seemed so vaguely familiar: it was school, then a small part time job at the coffee shop then street performing then home with a dinner of either Chinese food or Pizza. Grabbing a slice he headed towards his room with his guitar and backpack.

“You know kiddo, you should really get a real job.” His uncle says walking into the doorway.

“I do, I have the-”

“That coffee shop is unpredictable, sometimes you don’t even get paid.”

“I know but-”

“Eppie, your 16 now, you could come work at the bakery you know.”

“I know but-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’ not your father and all but its kind of heart wrenching to see you playing your guitar so well and not get paid for it. Your mom and I know that you’re a musical prodigy but it doesn’t pay well to be a street musician.”
Ephraim doesn’t answer. His uncle was right.

“I know your smart, you get straight A’s in that catholic school.” His uncle scoffs. “So use that head of yours.”

Ephraim stares at his uncle for a bit then walks pass him.

“G’night Uncle.”

“G’night Eppie.” His thick New York accent sent odd chills down Ephraim’s spine. Ephraim walked down the cramped hallway full of music stands and books that piled almost all the way up to the ceiling, trying to avoid most of the things his uncle called “valuable” like the old clarinet that was hung on the wall or the viola sitting in the middle of the walkway. Ephraim had come from a line of musicians, but all of them lived back in Russia. Eppie’s mom made him come to America to continue with his schooling so currently he lived with his uncle who ran his own bakery in Pennsylvania. Making his way towards the white door, Ephraim pushed through and tumbled into the small room. He flicked the light on stared into the drab grey walls.

“Home sweet home…” He sighed. He placed the guitar by his desk and placed the slice of pizza on a napkin sitting next to his books. The room was a plain room, just a desk, a lamp and a bed with an abnormally large window that sat in the wall across from the bed. Snow was still falling down silently so the boy took off his half soaked jeans and his shoes; with only his sweater and boxers on he sprawled under the sheets. I really do need to find a real job soon…

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“Find a job? Don’t you already have one?” His friend Jason asked when he told him about his dilemma. Both of the boys sat down at a table with their trays of crappy cafeteria food.

“That’s what I said.” Ephraim replied biting into his sandwich. Jason of J as Ephraim calls him, was one of his first friends he has ever made in America; Jason was on of the more rebellious kids in the school. He had crazy hair that’s been dyed too many times, bangs that covered half of his face or would’ve if he didn’t clip it, 2 lip piercing, 5 ear piercing, and if the school didn’t make the students wear uniforms he’d probably be one of the guys that would not only turn necks but break them...in a bad way. Ephraim usually went to Jason for advice or to voice out his problems because he thought Jason was a good therapist type of person.

“Well, I think I’d have to side with your uncle on this one." His other friend Jynnifer replied from across the table. Jynn was the valedictorian of their junior class in the school, but if you looked at her she probably looked like one who was barely graduating; even though everyone was in a uniform, hers was always wrinkled and her attitude towards people made her not very likeable to many.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Jynny, fancy meeting you here.” Jason scoffed in a British accent.

“Why of course Jason darling, someone needs to watch the retard when his mom is not around.” She replies back in the same broken accent. Don’t be alarmed, that’s how they always greet each other.

“Cant you guys just say hello like normal people?” Ephraim sighed taking another bite out of the sandwich.

“Look around Eppie, who’s normal in this school?” Jynn says back before popping her gum. His friends may not be the most popular in the school, but at least they were sane. “Now getting back to your job. Why don’t you just give music lessons or something? You’ve got some amazing skills.”

“Hmm… I never thought of that…” Ephraim pondered, now getting a little interested.

“You play an instrument? How come I never noticed?” Jason blurted out.

“Dear god,” Jynn ran her hands through her brownish-red hair. “Do you ever pay attention to life? Eppie brings his guitar everyday to school!”

“Oh yeah…”

Ignoring both of his friends Ephraim pondered about his music lessons. Would anyone want a 16-year-old kid teaching him or her how to play? No matter how good he was, they would just view him as a kid right?

“Eppie? Eppie?” Jynn’s voice snapped him out of his daydream.

“Wassup?”

“So you going to give lessons or what?”

“I dunno… wouldn’t you think people would want a professional teaching them how to play a guitar? Or a piano? Or a Cello?”
“Well-”

“Holy crap Eppie, you play that many instruments?” Jason busted into the conversation again.

“…Sometimes I have urges to kill you Jason…” Jynn grumbles then got up with her books, “If you decide on giving lessons, lemme know. I know someone who really wants to learn.”

“O-ok.”
Jynn smiles then walks away right before punching Jason on the arm.


“Bitch…” Jason whispers.

“Dude, I think she likes you.”

Both boys laugh then continue with lunch…

During 5th period Math all Ephraim could think about were the music lessons. Maybe he could give lessons…but the town that he lived in was a kind of small. How much would he charge? Monthly? Weekly? Daily?

“Mr. Ilya, how would you invert the equation of X?” The math teacher called snapping the boy back into reality.

“Umm… I don’t know…”

“Precisely.” The teacher responded back, following his words were the childish snickers of the class. “Please don’t daydream.”

“Yes…” He lied then as soon as his teacher went back to explaining logarithms, Ephraim tuned back into his music lessons. For the next 35 minutes Ephraim thought about how he would conduct his lessons, or whom he would conduct it to. The more he thought about it, the more he figured that money wasn’t that big of a deal anymore, it was teaching someone how to play something.


“So, did you decide yet?” Jynn asked after class. Still packing his things Ephraim was lost in thought. “Eppie?”

“O-oh, most likely.” He responded putting away his book into his backpack.

“Great! Then I got you your first client!”

“What?” He responded in surprise. “Already? How?”

“He’s a friend!” Her cheerful voice made Ephraim feel a bit worried. “He’s been telling me to teach him piano but I cant find any free time.”

“But I don’t have anything planned yet!”

“Well you have all day today!” Jynn wrote a phone number on a scrap piece of paper then handed it to him. “The guy’s name is Jay Harutsuki, he’s a pretty cool guy.”

“How old is he?”

“A little younger than you probably.”

“Where does he live?”

“Just call him and find out!”

Before Ephraim could say anything else Jynn had already left the room. Sighing, he took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket and left.

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Snow! Snow! Snow!
Yeah I had the plot down, just couldnt get the stupid introduction to the story~
So I hope you enjoyed.

Critiques/Comments are loved.
Being a self-editor is not easy D:
-Haruko