Chapter One: Life According to Me
The sunlight crept into my dim room despite the effort that I had put it trying to keep it out; the blinds were shut as tightly as possible, but that never seemed to be enough to keep out the harsh rays that wanted to disturb my sleep. I was unfortunate enough to have a room on the side of the house where the sun would rise, and despite my effort in persuading my mother to get curtains to go over them, I failed and usually rose with the sun.
I didn’t’ move for a moment, I just opened my eyes and looked at my wall, which happened to be covered with hundreds of posters of my musical inspirations. It would tend to creep some people out, but I didn’t really care. I shoved back my short blonde hair from my eyes, and kicked my dark pink comforter off of my body restlessly; the room was out of focus for the most part. I needed contacts or my glasses on in order to see, and it was one of those rare mornings where I had taken them out the night before.
I pressed my feet onto the cruel, unforgiving wood floor that was cold and I shivered. It was just one more thing I hated about my room, but I wasn’t going to complain; after all, I was never actually in my room. I walked across the hall and into the bathroom that was used by all five people that were currently living in my household, that number tended to change as my brothers left for college in the fall, but it was currently summer I had to deal with their tendencies to not knock and the unbearable stench as I walked past their rooms.
I grabbed two towels out of the closet and turned the water on the shower to a temperature somewhere in the middle. I was still unaccustomed to showering in the mornings, I had cut my hair off a few weeks ago out of boredom, and before I would always have to shower the night before and style in the mornings, but now I had time to actually do it all at once.
I showered quickly and blow-dried my hair quickly, I styled the back in spikes as the front I had side swept bangs that never seemed to behave, but who ever got everything that they wanted out of life anyways?
The house was quiet, which I had come to expect this summer. My parents were of course working their usual jobs, so I hadn’t been expecting them anyways, but my two older brothers had also gotten jobs for the summer so they could afford the tuition of the next school year. What did this all mean for me? Oh, it just meant I got complete silence while I sang.
Music was an outlet for me, I could always express how I felt and it was just… there. If I needed a shoulder to cry on or something to understand me I could always count on finding something there for me. Well, music and God.
I wasn’t exactly your typical Christian. I wasn’t exactly conservative, and I wasn’t preaching about him all the time. I had a strong connection with God that some people didn’t really understand, but at the same time I was also… completely insane. I guess you could say that I sin too much to be a Christian, but God knows I mean well.
I sat down at the computer chair and turned up the speakers as loud as they could go. I scrolled through iTunes restlessly and finally settled on a song that fit my voice. I began my warm-ups as usual, starting out a little slow and then using as much of my voice as I felt needed. The power surge through my body was insane. I could do just about anything right now, but that wasn’t going to happen.
I heard a faint knocking coming from the door as well as a familiar voice shouting, “EMMA! DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER OR NOT?!” I got up slowly and walked over to see Parker, pretty much my favorite little kid ever. Our parents were friends and I would go over to their house to hang out since my summer would be completely empty otherwise. Most of the time their neighbor, Kasya would come over though and we would do what could only be described as irresponsible.
If it hadn’t been for my freaky way of knowing her, I wouldn’t have gotten as into singing as I am now. She heard me and encouraged me to do something crazy like put videos of me performing on Youtube. We had some crazy fantasy that some day, I would become famous.
Like that would ever happen.
I quickly grabbed my purse and a bathing suit, as well as a towel. I had this tendency to pretty much live in their pool whenever I came over. Well… that and sing.
I eased myself into Steph’s truck, I was eighteen, but I rarely ever drove I just didn’t see the point. Steph was Parker’s mother and practically my second mom. She was always asking me if I needed anything, and she never really believed me when I said I was perfectly fine.
The next fifteen minutes were filled with nothing but useless chatter and the occasional praying to God that her truck didn’t just quit in the middle of the road like last time.
As we pulled up to the house I could already see Kasya sprinting down the concrete steps of her own home. She opened up the door to the truck herself and was in my face within two seconds.
“OH MY LORD! WE NEED TO GET ONLINE. YOU NEED TO SEE YOUTUBE!” she screamed. Obviously something huge had happened, for she proceeded to drag me across the lawn and through her front door. We were greeted by her four dogs, but for once that didn’t matter that we were going to be mauled, she just simply shoved straight through them and into her room.
I sat down on the familiar unmade bed and picked up one of her pillows, she grabbed her laptop and shoved it into my lap forcefully.
“Okay. I get it. Big news,” I stated grumpily, I was supposed to be babysitting… kind of.
“LOOK AT YOUR VIDEO REPLIES YOU IDIOT!” she screamed in my ear. I clicked and immediately my eyes widened at what I saw.
“The Jonas Brothers?”
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