HEYHEYHEY! Welcome to the sequel of...whats it called? Uh, uh. OH, 'Other Half of Me' or something. I seriously can't remember. UGH,OHHH 'My Other Half'. Silly, Abbey. Well, its written by Mel and I and this one will be too.

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   Abbey Aberforth-Johnson walked into the small apartment above a small coffee shop she worked at, with a small smile. The girl was now twently-four years-old, with two twin girls, who thankfully had most of her features.

   "Mommys, home, dudes." Abbey called, taking off her apron and throwing it on the dinner table lazily. Yes, she left the seven years olds home, because she had one of her new friends watching them, but she had left as Abbey came in. The little girls came running up, yelling excitedly.

   Nicole was the hyper one, who really couldn't stay in one place for long. She was incredibly smart for her age, too. She liked doing her own hair, and it usually turned out in messy piggytails, which were so adorable. She had piercing blue eyes like her dads, but was alot sweeter then him, to say the least. And she was named after one of her all time best friends, Nick Jonas. Nicole, Nick, get it?

   Kelly was the shy one, most of the time. She was only shy with the people she didn't know, though. She loves reading those books, it was cute, actually. She had just finished her first chapter book (it had three chapters..!) last week and had been super excited. Abbey could already tell she was a little rocker, just how she acted. She was only seven and she already shared her moms CDs, now thats cool.

   Both the girls are homeschooled and better at English then French, even if they spent their whole lives there. Of course, they knew French very well, but they knew both just about the same. Thats how Abbey wanted it.

   The girls came running up to Abbey with big smiles on their faces. Nicole was wearing a pink dress, with her signature piggytails in, and Kelly had a skirt with a The Clash t-shirt that Abbey made her out of one of her old shirts. "Mommy! KELLY PULLED OUT MY PIGGYTAIL! So Jimmy, he...he...he.." She paused with a frown, "wait. Mommy, he didn't do anything." She perked up, "But he fixeded it!"

   Abbey laughed, bending down to smile at her daughters. "Thats good, at least he fixed it." She smiled at Nicole as ran back to her coloring book. Kelly pulled on her sleeve, causing her to look over to her. She smiled as she gave Kelly a high five.

   Mel and Abbey haven't talked for about a month, or two. And that was what she had been afraid of, when she first moved to Paris. And she hasn't talked to Nick since he left, a month after they arrived to Paris, seven years ago, he left with his brothers and Mel. Abbey missed Nick dearly, sometimes being a single mother is hard.

   But that was her life, and she would never trade it.

Melanie sighed slightly, pulling her back pack higher up on her shoulder. She jumped the stairs two-at-a-time, constantly checking her cell phone to make sure she had time to get to class. She met up with her best friend Kaydence at the top of the stairs, Kaydence handed Mel a coffee, and they started off towards their socio-ethics class together.

"Mr. Daly says that my case has no argument, and I don't see how that is even possible!"

"Well, what is your argument?"

"The effects of traumatic family issues on the children. The argument is in the title! I swear, that man is senile."

Melanie laughed lightly. She looked at her shoes, not wanting Kaydence to see the sadness in her eyes. It wasn't that she was forgetting to call Abbey, it's just that she didn't want to talk to her right now. It was bad enough that her own sister had made her come home, but then she had to deal with her mother.

The minute she stepped foot on American soil, Melanie was put under house arrest until she graduated. She wasn't allowed to leave her room, and ended up getting homeschooled for the remainder of her senior year. Then it was just one down-hill thing after the other.

She lost the internship she wanted at Hollywood records because her mother forbade her to leave the house to go to the interview. She wasn't allowed to see Joe, who had fought valiantly to break her out of the hell hole that became her home. In fact, Melanie hadn't seen Joe since that night when he snuck in to help Mel sneak out and almost got shot by her step-dad.

It was tragic the way her life had played out. She never expected it to be so dismal, and the fact that Abbey was off being successful in, of all places, PARIS, while Mel was stuck in Oklahoma at the local university seemed almost to unfair for words. After she lost the internship, she decided to give up on music and became a psychology major.

She still lived at home, which was even more unfair, because her step-dad had become Mom's almost slave. He treated Mel with the same dis-respect and loathing that her mother did. Mel wasn't allowed to call anyone, her cellphone only had enough minutes for 5 10-minute calls a month. She had no car, Mrs. Johnson sent her jeep to be canned the week she got back.

To put it simply, life was pure hell. And it was all because Abbey insisted on sending her home.

Melanie snapped out of her nightmare to find herself sitting in class with her laptop out. It amazed her how far her thoughts could take her and mentally remember that topic for a future essay. Mr. Daly walked and immediately began talking, so Melanie had to put all thoughts but school to the back of her mind for later.

One thing that did stay first and foremost was Joe, who still tried to call Mel everyday. She smiled sadly at that thought and returned to her notes. God, help me wake up from this nightmare.

Blame me why don't cha. ;P

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-eats a snickers

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Yes pleasse :)