Alrighty, had a good idea, thought I might roll with it.
One chappy tonite, def more tomorrow!
Okay, so here goes, hope you like.
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CHAPTER ONE;; Stupid Water Bottle
"Kay, can you throw me another water bottle?"
Kaydence rolled her eyes and walked to the fridge. "Get your own *CENSORED* water bottle, you're capable," she said, chucking it me.
I caught it with surprise and threw a pillow at my sister. "God, Kaydence! All I asked for was an effin water bottle!"
Kay raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Excuse me?"
I was just as shocked as she was about the outburst. "Oh gosh, Kay...I'm sorry...I don't know--I gotta go." I stood up quickly and grabbed my iPod and house keys, running out the door as fast as I could. I didn’t stop running until I was a good 10 minutes from my house; it felt good to run after so many weeks without cross country.
I reached the park within 5 minutes and ran to my favorite swings. So many memories happened on these swings. In my short 17 years of life, so much had happened at this park. I met my best friend Lexi by the jungle gym in 3rd grade. I met my first boyfriend on this very swing, when he offered to push me. My first kiss happened underneath the oak tree at the far end, near the pond. I even remember breaking my ankle when I fell out of the willow tree by the creek.
I came here often with friends, and we always had a laugh. There was no better place to just stop and think. I brushed the rainwater off my swing and sat down, tears falling silently from my eyes. It was weird, these past couple of weeks. Honestly, I have no idea why I snap at people out of nowhere, or that I constantly have to drink water in order to feel okay. I don't know why I feel like this, I just do.
I pushed my fears and concerns out of my head and turned up my iPod, drowning out the rest of the world with All American Rejects and Annie Lennox (Scottish singer, don't ask). After a few songs on the swing, my water ran out. I didn't want to go home, it’d be way too awkward. Plus, it’s crazy nice outside.
I checked my pockets for money and found a five dollar bill scrunched in the bottom. Score! I always find money in these pockets, it’s like…Good Luck. Good luck seems to follow me around when it comes to money; too bad that’s as far as it goes.
I snapped out of my thoughts and found myself jamming to Night Drive in the middle of the frozen foods section at my neighborhood grocery, Wohlners. I looked down and found a MASSIVE bottle of water in my hand.
Weird. When did I get this? I shrugged. Oh well, there’s my water. I walked over to the magazine section and grabbed the newest issue of seventeen. As I pulled it off the shelf, Dark Room by Annie Lennox came on my playlist.
I love Annie Lennox. She has my kind of voice; the voice that’s looking for a voice, ya know? No stereotypes there. None at all. She sings what she wants to sing, any and all the time. I began to sing with the music, closing my eyes. Songs took me to another place, where I didn’t live in a poor family. I didn’t live with just my dad and Kay. Mom was still here.
“The fires of destruction are still burning in my dreams…”
I finished off the song with an amazing harmony I thought of by myself. I actually thought of it on the swings, during one of my multiple hour think sessions. I opened my eyes and jumped. A crowd had gathered around me, and they were clapping. I hastily pulled the earbuds out of my ears and smiled nervously.
This was mortifying! I just sang an entire song out loud, to an audience, without knowing it. God, I gotta stop closing my eyes when I sing. I might trip over something, or end up having to bow to a crowd of 30 people in the middle of the frozen foods section.
Okay wow, I moved. To the frozen foods section. From the magazine shelves. I REALLY gotta stop doing that. I took one last bow before excusing myself, trying to hide the continuous blushes on my face. Before I was able to disappear around the corner, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Nervously, I turned around to find a very, very tall man smiling down at me. First instinct—RUN! Instead, my lunacy forced me to stand my ground and smile at the man, who still had his hand on my shoulder. He’s gonna kidnap me. I’m gonna die tonight. He’s gonna ra—
“Hi, Josh Grogan’s m’name. I work for Hollywood records. I heard you sing and want to offer you the chance to come down to my office later today to talk about possible career choices. Is that okay with you?”
I smiled sweetly and pushed his hand off my shoulder. “How do I know you’re not some creepy stalker person?”
He laughed and pulled out a wallet. I thought he was gonna hand me a wad of cash, but it turned out to just be a business card. I took it and studied the little piece of cardstock carefully. Josh P. Grogan, talent rep at Hollywoods records.
I shrugged. “I’ll talk to my folks. Any specific times, Mr..uh…” I looked down at the card. “…Grogan?”
He laughed and shook my hand. “I’m free any time after 5.”
“Alright, I’ll get back to you. Now, I must go buy my water and magazine, I think I might just die if I don’t.”
He laughed again. Wow, that is REALLY annoying. “Alright Miss….er…”
“Aliria Campstead. Liri for short.”
He shook my hand, AGAIN. I think my hand might have turned blue from all this shaking. “Alright, well I hope to see you this afternoon.”
“Yeah, don’t count on it,” I mumbled, walking to the check out. After getting my stuff I shoved the ear buds into my ears, blasted Paramore, and danced home, downing half my water before I got there.
haha that was REALLY LONG
like, tres long.
uber long.
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