Ask Bean the Super Sprout!

Music education on a playground!!

Eyrún whimpered in to the cold air of her closet where she was curled up and hidden away from the world, hugging her knocking knees close against her chest where she sat in distress. The all too familiar clamour of her parents arguing over a matter she was too young and naive to comprehend seemed to echo inside the thin walls of her mind, her thoughts working overtime as they churned at the pace of a well oiled fairground ride, going around && around to the point she felt too dizzy and sick to properly function.

Soon, though, she was startled with a jump by a loud crash from the kitchen, one of which she could only assume was the smashing of chinaware. Clambering out of the closet to investigate,  Eyrún willed herself to slowly descend the hall, and peered around the corner in to the kitchen where her dear mother was being backed against the wall by her father. Neither of them would stop shouting, and the sound hurt poor Eyrún‘s ears, her eyes going wide with apprehension at the pitiful sight she was witnessing. Her father bellowed at her to go to her room whilst her mother glared at her father with all the hatred she could muster.

She panicked. She just wanted it to stop! She wanted to get out of this place! Starting expediently towards the front door, Eyrún ignored the call of her name as she made out in to the streets of Latibær. She ran, ran until her chest burned, ran until she met the familiar safety of the park where she tucked herself away inside the tight space between the wall and a bench, and she sat…just sat. Breathed. And cried.

It didn’t take vary long to spot the the play ground in the center of town, and she smiled wearily as wandered over, imaging all the fun she was going to have tomorrow. The soft quiet of the town was suddenly downed by rapid sobs. The source seamed close but there wasn’t anyone around. Maybe it was echoing? She started to call out to the stranger ‘till a thought stopped her voice from trying. She was leaning on a wall. Sure enough a girl in red was curled up on the other side, mewling into her knees. 'Her arms look so cold’ were the only words Bean could string together from her head.

Slowly, she crossed her legs under her as she lowered her self adjacent to the lamb, strangling her memories for something, anything, useful.

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