After Melody ran away from her abusive aunt she decided to live on her own in a foreign place; Des Moines, Iowa, United States. One night while playing on her guitar, she met a familiar person, Corey Taylor.
Melody is an independent 13 year old from...
As I got out of bed, I checked the time from my digital clock, 6:49 am. I still had a lot of time to get ready, so I walked up to my closet and opened it to pick out some clothes. I picked out a Slipknot T shirt and black pants.
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After picking out my clothes, I headed into the bathroom and took a shower. I changed into the clothes I picked out and headed out of my room to eat some breakfast.
While I was cooking bacon, I heard a knock from the front door. I quickly went up to the front door to answer it, I opened the door and I saw Corey in front of me.
"Hey Corey, come in. I was just cooking some eggs and bacon. Have you eaten yet?" I ask, leading him to the kitchen. He sat down on the stools on the counter. "Oh I have eaten, don't worry." He replied.
I nodded in response as I put the eggs and bacon on a plate and some fried rice. I placed down the plate on the counter and sat on the stool in front of Corey, and started eating.
"So, how's school?" Corey spoke. "It's fine I guess." I replied, quickly finishing my food. I grabbed my plate and put it in the dishwasher.
Corey nods, "By the way, do you want me to bring one of my guitars?" I asked as I walked up to the living room and opened my laptop, to make some cash.
"Yeah if you want, you could also just borrow one of the guitars my friend has." Corey responded as he walked up to me and sat beside me, watching me transfer some cash into my bank account.
"Holy shit that's a lot of cash." He says, surprised to see that there was a six digit amount of money in my bank account.
I nodded in agreement. Smiling proudly of my money. "Hell! I could even buy my dream ride soon." I grinned at the thought of having a Ferrari Enzo or a Yamaha R1.
"Really? What is it?" Corey asked curiously and intrigued. I got up from the couch and started walking to my room to get my guitar.
"I want a fucking Ferrari Enzo or a Yamaha R1." I said, pridefully. I walked into my room and grabbed my Flying V guitar, my favourite one out of my three guitars.
I walk out of the room and head to the living room. "Alright, I'm ready. Lets go." I told Corey who was waiting on the couch. He gets up and we walk to the front door, we head out and go straight ahead to the Café.
As we were walking, Corey suggested that I let him hold my guitar since it was heavy. A few minutes passed and now we were able to see the Café in the distance.
Suddenly, a guy behind me walked up to me and slapped and grabbed my ass. My eyes widened as he slapped my ass, I yelped and the guys laughed. They were now walking ahead of me, laughing. Corey turned to me with a 'whats wrong look'.
I glared at the boys and started marching up to the guy who slapped my ass while unbuckling my belt. I hold the belt by the end and then swing the metal part of it on the guy's knee. The guy yelled in pain as he fell on his other knee.
I tackled the guy, now I was on top of him and I started punching his face. Corey hurriedly pulled me away and the other guys ran up to their friend. "That's what you get you fucking son of a bitch! Targeting little girls like that. I bet your dick is so small that's why you target the kids." I cursed at the guy, while trying to get out of Corey's hold.
"Piste kang yawa ka! Putangina mo! Gago bobo litse! Go to hell you dipshit!" I started cursing at the guy in my native language. I bet it sounded like gibberish to them but I didn't care. That piece of shit deserved it.
Corey suddenly picks me up and carries me on his shoulder. I got caught off guard and just decided to calm down while he carried me to the Café. I gave the guy a middle finger before Corey walked away.
