Melodies and Desires *IS BACK!*

Part 1b

I took slow steps to see the backyard. Oh my, it's gorgeous, like what a Greek god would be sitting in after winning a battle. There's a water fall, made of rocks, they all sit on each other. It kind of looks like a stair case, but ten times more beautiful... Oh yeah and with water running down it. There's also a huge pool, clean as ever; a dark blue color. Damn! I want this house.

"Can we get it?! I mean the house, I promise you I'll keep it clean dad!" I begged.

"No need, I'll just hire some maids." He smiled proudly and stuck his chest out a bit.

" Dad? Can we even afford that, this house, let alone maids? We aren't billionaires!"

Whoa, maids? I feel like snobby rich girl not doing any work since her maids will do it for her, weird.

"Honey, seventeen years of savings is a lot. Trust me, we can afford this," He was looking down the feild that was attached to the backyard.

"I guess since princess over here loves it, I do too. We'll take this house. Thank you for showing us this beautiful home Crystal." He smiled at our agent, Crystal.

She smiled back. "Anytime, I'll get the documents ready within this week, so you can move in whenever afterwards." She walked back into the house.

I leaped forward and attacked my dad, I hugged him so tight he probably suffocated for 2 minutes.

"Thank you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" I was so happy that I didn't even notice how hyped I was. I was finally going to have a nice house. Nice school, nice people. I was a changed person now, from the outside and in, I was loving every bit of this summer so far. I was just so glad not to go through humiliation again...

*7 months earlier*

"Gross." Brittany, the lead singer of our school musical said to me as she passed by my locker with her snob crew. I was putting my stuff in my locker, like my magnets, and my mirror although I dreaded having one.

Brittany's friends and her had a lot of pride. I hated it. Every year they would enter the 'Best Voice' competition, it was a competition for schools all over the state, you had to be an amazing singer to get accepted. Though I wouldn't say Brittany and her friends were amazing. They had a lot of money, and our school was never going to turn down a good amount of money, even if that meant putting somebody in the competition if they weren't good.

They had the package; the looks; the designer clothing; the perfect skin- which was also artificial in every way, shape, or form. But they were still what the judges was looking for. Me on the other hand, I had nothing. No looks. No style. No perfect skin. I just never even bothered trying out, no matter how much people complimented me on my singing; I was still to self conscious about myself to do it.

Each year they would come back and get placed somewhere in the top ten. Why is it that money was such a big impact in the competition? That was not fair at all, I mean, isn't it about how good you are at singing and performing.. not how rich you are? They might as well just call it 'The Richest Kid' competition. Ugh.

But there was one time.. I completely embarrassed myself.. the day I decided to try out. Ugh! It was all Heathers fault, only if she hadn't made me try out- actually I'm not even going to think about that.. just no.

"Whacha' puttin' in there, some more chocolate?" A far-too familiar voice spoke from behind me; deep and manly voice. I turned on my heels, and was now face-to-face with the cutest jerk in the school. Ashton. He was laughing with his friends, receiving a few high-fives. He was so cute. When he laughed he got these dimples on both sides of his cheeks, and his brown freshly cut hair was gelled. Wait no!? I couldn't be thinking like that when he just made fun of me.

My smile that was once there was now wiped off my face. Now I was just staring... what do I do? Where's Heather when you actually need her? She would always stand up for me since I never had the confidence or guts to.

Ashton was holding a ball, throwing it up and down, I focused my gaze on the ball, and tilted my head towards the ground so he wouldn't see my absolutely scared-out-of-my-pants-what-do-I-do face.

Suddenly I was awaken from this gaze and was lying on the ground clutching my face. It was aching, like crazy, I tried not to cry but why did it matter anyways? I heard the ball drop, and then I saw it rolling away from where I was lying. Wait a minute.. I just got hit in the face with a ball by a guy in the middle of a hall where everyone is laughing at me because I'm on the floor crying. GET UP. GO. GET OUT OF HERE. My mind was yelling at me.

I couldn't control it anymore, I got up feeling a bit dizzy and droopily ran towards the bathroom, I looked back to see more than half the student body laughing. I saw Ashton put his head down ashamed.. wait am I seeing things? Maybe it's just my tears getting in the way and blurring my vision.

* Present day *

Suddenly I was brought back to reality when I felt a hot tear fall down my face. I got emotional at the memory, but I quickly wiped it away before my dad could see. We were now on our way back to pack our things. I just wanted to leave A.S.A.P.