Chapter 1

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Reagan Parks of thirteen years walked down the hallways of Jefferson Middle School. Everyone else was talking, gathering in their little cliques before class. The populars all standing together, talking about so-and-so's party last weekend and the new shoes they got yesterday for probably more than Reagan could ever spend on any kind of attire, the jocks in one corner, the nerds, and then everyone else all gathered together.

Reagan, she was different. She had not one friend in the entire school. Not a clique to belong to. She was independent. When everyone else was talking, she would be in the back of the classroom, reading or writing. Reagan was a straight A-student. She was constantly reading or writing. Her fourteenth birthday was the upcoming day...and it was bound to be a day she'll never forget.

"Hey, loser. What're you writing!?" The meanest popular of them all, Danielle, commented. "Just go away!" Reagan said as she slid the paper she was writing in into her binder and shut it quickly. "What? I just wanna know what your writing! The list of friends you're inviting to your birthday party? oh wait! You don't have any!" said laughing. "Good one, Dani! She has as many friends than i have flaws!" Danielle's partner in crime, Nicole said as she flipped her long, blonde hair. They both walked away laughing leaving Reagan staring in their direction uttering under her breath "someday...they'll regret all they have said to me."

Reagan trudged through school that day...staring at the clock anticipating when it hit 3:00 and she was set free. RINGGGGGGG the last bell rang as Reagan burst out if her chair and nearly sprinted out of the classroom. She went to her locker, gathered her things in her her backpack, and tan out of the school's exit with the backpack slung over one shoulder. She walked home and went straight to her room. She didn't say the typical "Hi!" or even "Hey It's Reagan not some creeper burglar breaking in!" She didn't even mention she was home. She took her binder out of her backpack and took out the paper she was writing on earlier. She threw the binder and the backpack on her bed and sat in a chair in front of her piano.

Reagan gad a secret talent. One that only her mom knew because she could hear it. Reagan was a singer. And a musician. She was constantly writing songs, but was to nervous to have anyone read them. She would sing those songs, and write music to accompany it, but she always thought she wasn't good enough. Her mom basically ignored her all the time. She never really cared about Reagan after her and Reagan's dad, who now lived across the country got divorced. The way she saw it, its Reagan's life, and if she can't realize that she has true talent, then that's her problem.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 24, 2013 ⏰

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