Seven

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Ameila pov

As we arrive back at the school, we get our stuff and go back inside.

Once we're all back in our rooms we began to unpack.

About half an hour we finished. I then decide to go to the music room.

Once I arrive, I smile seeing a piano, I walk to towards it. My hand touching the keys.

I sit down.

"my lovers got humor

she's the giggles at a funeral

knows everybody's disapproval

should've worshipped her sooner

if the heavens ever did speak

she's the last true mouthpiece

every sunday's getting more bleak

fresh poison each week

we were born sick

you heard them say it

my church offers no absolutes

she tells me "worship in the bedroom"

the only heaven I'll be send to

is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick

but I love it

command me to be well

a - a - a - a - a - amen

amen

amen

take me to church

I'll worship like a dog

at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins

and you can sharpen your knife

offer me the deathless death

good God, let me give you my life."

Once I finshed my eyes widen as I hear claps.

I turn behind me to see little kids and Mila, Josh Luca and Liam, and a woman along with a few other kids.

"That was amazing!" The lady says smiling.

"How would you like to sing and join our club!" The lady says.

"I'd love to, but I'm already doing figure skating." I said as she nods.

"Well if you'd like to, I'll find away for you to do both!?" She questions happily as I nod.

She then smiles and walks away.

Mila she walks towards me and lift her hand. My eyes widen as I flinch. I wait a second and re - open my eyes to look at them looking at me with sadness.

Before they can ask I smile quickly.

Smile wide.

'Smile wide.' I hear my mothers voice.

I then walk away quickly.

I heard towards the garden, I smile seeing the flowers trees, bushes and grass.

There is a section of long beautiful yellow sunflowers.

They are bigger than me!

I sit down, the sunflowers in front of me.

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