Songs for Sale

Chapter 2

The next week is a blur.
There's the visitations and funerals.
Lots of people are dressed in black.
I'm dressed in black also
There's lots of crying. Except for from my mom. She still hasn't cried.
David finally broke down during his speech at the funeral.
He was talking about how him, Easton, Jason, and my dad would all play football together in the backyard. He talked about how one day my mom, Catherine, and I even joined. Then Sammy came over and we all ate pizza and watched Disney movies. He just started sobbing while in the middle of talking about how much Easton and dad liked Toy Story.
Then I started crying, leaning on Sammy.
And Sammy was crying too.
But not my mom.
Then I gave my speech last.
I hadn't really prepared one. So I just talked about how exited my dad got when we all went to one of his games, and how when I was little and got nightmares Easton would come into my room and read me a story and let me cry on his shoulder and held me and slept with me in my room so he could protect me from the boogie man. And how Jason would always bake me cookies and make a Big Red float whenever I had a bad day. Just the little things like that.
I broke down in the middle of my speech to, and David had to come get me from the stand, and there were tears in his eyes too.
There's lots of media attention too.
Lots of people wanting interviews. Lots of cameras and reporters at the funeral, even though it was supposed to be private.
David, Catherine, and I have all been staying at Sammy's house. It's to painful to go home. To many memories.
David, Sammy, and I are all laying around in Sammy's room, listening to some random country station. Jason hated country music.
There's a sudden knock on the door.
David gets up and answers it.
It's mom.
She rushes in and sits lightly on the bed.
"There are movers at our house right now. We're moving far, far away from here. To Australia. Sydney, Australia to be exact. We're leaving tomorrow. I've already found a house. Y'all are starting school the day after tomorrow. So we all need to go back to the house, pack our suitcases with enough for about a week because who knows how long the movers will take. Don't forget all of your school supplies. You'll be in what I guess they call year 11 in Australia. Be ready by 7 am tomorrow morning. I'm going to go get Catherine."
I'm unable to move. I don't really care about my other friends. They only liked me because my dads famous. But what about Sammy?"
I turn to look at him slowly, unsure of what to say.
"I'll go with you guys. I already knew your mom was gonna do something like this. There's to many memories for her here. I promise I'll visit you guys as much as possible."
"Yeah, I'll miss you to man" says David, standing up.
I just want to start crying again. That's really all I've been doing for the past week. I miss my dad and brothers so much it's indescribable. It's awful. But I can't help but to be thankful for our moving. None of us has any connection to Australia, so it'll be a fresh start. The only thing that I'll miss is Sammy.
I stand and whisper "ok then, let's go"
****the next day at the airport****
Our flight is called and David, Catherine, my mom, and I all stand up.
We already said goodbye to Sammy, and I miss him already.
We board the plane and settle in for a long flight.
I'm sitting next to David, and my mom is somewhere else next to Catherine.
"David"
"Yes Desiree?"
"I'm scared."
"Why?"
"What if they don't like me?"
He chuckles softly and turns to look at me.
"They will absolutely love you my brightly colored pretty flower."
"You think so?"
"I know so. And you won't have to worry about fake friends because I doubt Australians care about the American NFL.
***the next day, arriving at school***
I was to exhausted to cry this morning. I really wanted to when I remembered how Easton and Jason would make us chocolate-chip waffles on the first day of school. And we would sing "we're all in this together" from High School Musical.
Apparently we arrived just as the term 4 school holiday ended, so we arrived at the perfect time.
The Australian school system is weird.
We pull into the school parking lot and David parks. We're 10 minutes late. Catherine is in college already so she's taking classes at some university.
We walk up to the school and enter the building.
We eventually find the office, but it takes about 15 minutes.
When we walk and and say "hi" to the secretary she immediately jumps up and rushes to greet us.
"You two must be the Nails! Welcome to Australia! Here are your schedules! I'll go get the two who are supposed to show you around and alert the principle that you're here!" She says. She seems like she's had to much coffee.
David and I compare schedules. We only have one class together, but at least we have lunch together also.
The secretary returns with the two boys who I guess are supposed to show us around. They're both tall, the taller one, who is the same height as David, with blonde hair styled in a quiff, the shorter with curly dirty blonde hair in glasses
"This is Luke, and he will be showing you around Desiree," she gestures to the quiffed blonde one and he raises his hand and greeting. "And this is Ashton, and he will be showing David around" and the boy with glasses raises his hand in a similar manner.
***authors note***
Heeeeyyyyy
So wassup?
I hope you guys like it
Sorry if you find the writing a little choppy I'm doing that on purpose because Desiree's still grieving her father and brothers so everything is still kind of just bleh for her and she's having a hard time so yeah
But yeah, hope you enjoy it.
And sorry if you're from Australia and I'm getting all your school stuff wrong cause I'm from 'Mercia and I just looked the term stuff up on the inter webs and that shit is confusing. Sorry if that offends you.
But anyways, keep reading and stuff, follow me on Instagram (michaels.hair.is.fabulous) and on we heart it (smsbama33) and on wattpad. Or don't. That's cool too. I'm kind of a loser.
Peace out!
-Michelle