Baby Clifford

High School

*Take a big breath, Melody is a teenager!*

Like her father, Melody hated going to school, but she just different reasons. She was a A and B student. There was just the fact she had a famous father that does great things, and then people look at her and see her with her nose in a book and alone at a cafeteria table. Melody, unlike most students, didn't have a snapchat, twitter, instergram, tumblr or even a Facebook. She had a pintrest, but then people began to notice and this turned to that and she doesn't any more. She decided it was best not to be like the Hemmings, Hoods, and Irwins, who were all loved, and to be an anti social. Her shyness faded a little, but it was still there.

Her friends, people in books-- other than Ryan and Vince, especially in Percy Jackson series. In secret she wanted to be like her cousins, but it just seemed, scary. Sure, she's a year older or more than all of them, but she wasn't as social, athletic, or even brave as them. Melody Anastasia-Lyric Clifford was just a girl in her own world.

"Hey." There was a voice at the table she sat at. She continued to read and think the guy, from what it sounded like, went to a different table. He covered up the part she was reading, making her look up at him. "Hey," A shaggy blonde haired and grey brown eyed boy said with braces that held white teeth. She just looked at him confused. She'd never seen him before. "I'm Sam." He put out his hand. She ignored it and moved his hand, so she could finish the paragraph. He sighed and quickly pulled the book out of her hands. "Hey! G-give it ba-back!" She yelled and tried to get it back. "Talk to me like a normal person, then I'll give it back." Sam said. She sat down and crossed her arms. "So to start over, I'm Sam Harson." She didn't say anything, she just looked at him. "Um, can you tell me what your name is?" He asked. "M-Melody Clif-f-ford." She grumbled in a low voice. "Sorry what was that?" She glared at him. "Melody A-anas-tasia Ly-ric Cl-ifford." She stated unhappy. "Ah, you're named after two princesses." She looked at him confused. "Excuse me?" She snapped. "Melody, the daughter of Ariel, Anastasia, the lost princess of Russia. Both of them are princesses." He explained. "My parents didn't name me after them. Th-they lljust l-liked the name. I'm not a princess. I don't even like to swim, nor am I R-Russian." She stated stubbornly.

"I'm not saying you are, but in my opinion, you look like one." She was taken aback and then softened. "Um thanks?" She doesn't get complimented from anyone. He smiled.

"What do you want from me? I prefer not to talk about my father." She snapped. He looked at her confused, his black eyebrows knitted together. "I don't know where that came from." He mentioned. "Look, don't try talking to me so nicely if your trying to meet thee Michael Clifford." She stated and snatched her book back, throwing her bag over her shoulder, and went to a different table that was empty.

For her it was normal for a guy to talk to her to meet her father. She learned that her previous year in high school. Or hating school because of her father.

Reason One: Hate it when people talk or ask about her father. That sometimes happened to her cousins, but most of the time it to her. The 'your dad is so great wtf happened to you?' 'Daddy hates you that's why he goes away' 'He gets drunk and goes fuck a hooker that's the only way he gets some.'

Reason Two: Having people tell her that her mom died in childbirth because she didn't want a life with her disappointing/ugly/pathetic/weak/etc. daughter.

Reason Three: People telling her to die.
When someone grades her paper there's normally something like
'Die in a hole'
'No one likes you, DIE'
'Kill yourself' with that times they would be a drawing of a person hanging or knife to their throat or gun at the head.
'If you die, no one would care'
'I don't know why you're still alive.'
'Why hasn't the Devil take you to Hell yet?'
'Cut yourself'
'Hang yourself'
'Burn in Hell'
'Drown to the bottom of the ocean'
'You're pointless and a waste of space'
'Your dad leaves you so you can die alone'
'Daddy can't wait for you die, do him a favor, and kill yourself far away so he can't see you ever again'
That one got her the worst.

Reason Four: Humiliation.
Lunch: One of the hot shot jocks dumped all of his food over her.
Gym: she moved her locker room locker many times because of popular girls making fun of her body or taking her non-gym clothes or both sometimes when she's using the bathroom.
Passing Time: Being tied up on a pole, or toilet in the boys' bathroom with her clothes ripped, insulting words/phrases/drawing on her face and arms. Sometimes she got gum in her hair or spat at in the face. One time while she was taped to the toilet a few guys pissed on her.

Reason Five: Physically Hurt.
This normally at the end or beginning of a day.
A few of the football (soccer) boys, not Calum's son, back her up to a wall and puch/kick her in the gut, slaps/punch her face many times, tackle her to the ground while one of them cuts her arms (that one is rare), or choke her but not enough for her to pass out/die, but leaves bruises.

Why doesn't the others get all this hate?

Because everyone loves them. Because they're perfect.

She hates being Melody Anastasia-Lyric Clifford.