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He was young, not even 8. But give him a piano, and you'd never believe it. His fingers flew over the keys, never missing a note, never hitting a wrong one. His bright blue eyes never dimmed. He always forgave, until his death. He was 21, had a wife and three children, Arian, Konrad, and Avian. His wife committed suicide soon after his death, and the three were adopted by three different families. Arian and Avian, twins, lived only a mile from each other, and went to the same school. Konrad, the oldest, lived right by their school, and would walk with them when they got older. He's the only one to remember their parents, he was 5, and they were 3.
"Arian!" Coach yells and he spins, black hair momentarily out of his eyes. "Either tie back your girl hair, or chop it off!" Arian never liked Coach, he always called him a girl because he has long hair. He nods and puts it up, and continues playing BasketBall.
"Avian! Avian!"
"What?"
"I past the test! I'm transferring into your class" Mich, my best friend yells. She's always trying to get into higher classes, and she transferred into my accelerated math.
"Konrad has missed 5 classes in the last two weeks, and is always missing home work," Ms. Mal says.
"No I'm not! Mom she's lying! I've missed maybe one assignment!" anger boils up inside him as his teacher, that hates him because of how he looks, glares at him, and writes him a detention slip, and continues lying to his mom

Life was always the same for the three, always being yelled at, especially Arian, being mute. Konrad finally gave up as a freshmen at high school, he stopped caring about what his teachers said. Avian kept trying to remember their parents, playing her father's music over and over, not knowing the secret that was about to be rediscovered.