Writing Her Ballad

Chapter 2.

I stood in front of the mirror, trying to hold back the tears, staring at myself. Questioning everything. "What am I supposed to do...?" I whispered to myself.

I dropped my towel and got dressed, walking into my living room. I saw my mom, who has been gone for over a week without contacting me, sitting on the couch and I could tell she had been crying. I sat down next to her, "Mom, what's wrong?" And she just shook her head. "Hmm..? Tell me, mom."

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"I got busted. I've been busted. I'm going to do it. I'm coming clean. I'm going to do something with my sorry, sulking self. I don't know what, but I'll do something." She looked at me, apologetically, and added "and I've had a few people knock some sense into me. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you."

I was floored. I didn't know what to say. Was this a joke? I don't know what to do. I don't even know anymore. I just put my arm awkwardly around her, being it had been years since we'd actually had a somewhat serious talk in a calm state like this. "I...I'm really proud of you for doing this. I'll be here for you. To help." I looked down for a few moments and looked up, trying to smile in the silence. She tried to smile, with her yellow, crooked teeth, back at me.

"Well ma, I've had a long day. I'm going to sleep. You should, too. It's been a long day for both of us. I... I love you, mom..." I said, barely choking out those last 3 words.

She looked at me wide-eyed. Shocked that I'd said those words that haven't been said in many years. "I love you too, Liz. I'm sorry. For everything. Goodnight.."

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I yawned and checked my phone, eyes still fluttering because I'd just woken up. It was 11:49. I sighed and sat partially up on my bed, only to plop back down and close my eyes for a few more minutes.

I checked my phone again once my eyes squinted open again and smiled because I saw that Sebastian had texted me. I have him in my phone as 'Sea Bass'. It'd been my nickname for him for who knows how long. His nickname for me was Lo, because my middle name was Lorraine. I slid along the bottom of my white iPhone 4S and checked to see what he had said. "I don't know if you're even awake yet, but it's worth a shot. Good morning, beautiful!" I smiled and blushed. He knew it was 1... Wait.. Oh my gosh. It is ONE FORTY THREE. I sat up right away and replied saying "oh, of course I was awake... Ha. Ha. >.<"

I got up and jumped in the shower. I threw on a cherry & skulls dress and did my eyeliner quickly. I didn't do anything with my naturally straight, dark brown, almost black, hair.

I drove to the park, where Trey and I had scheduled to meet and hang out as friends for a bit, at 2:00. It was 1:56 now, so we'll see how this goes. I sat at the fountain waiting for him and I heard his voice from behind me, "hey there, Elizabeth!"

I turned around quickly, just a bit startled "Hey!" I stood up and gave him a lose hug. "How're you?"

"I'm good, and you?" He walked and I walked by his side, looking down at me. He was much taller than me.

"I'm good" I said, flashing him a smile "thanks for asking."

"So... Mind telling me what you're like? What you're into, besides a caramel frappe?" He said, with a small, cute chuckle.

"Sure. Only if you do the same to me when I finish."

"Sure thing!"

"Okay. Well my name is Elizabeth Lorraine Morre. I'm 17, I love cats and music is my passion. I play drums, guitar, bass, and saxophone. I can't sing although I love it. I'm no good" I said with a laugh. "I have a mother and I live with her in our apartment in the suburbs of Jersey, a few miles from here. I have a cat, Luna. She's all black but has a quarter moon shape on her chest. That's where she gets the name. I listen to any kind of music really, except for any of that rap or pop stuff. I love to draw and write, as well." I smiled up at him and said "now you!"

"Okay" he said dramatically. "Well... I'm Trey Alan Schmitt. I also love music, but I do like "rap stuff" just not as much as I love my post-hardcore. I like to read and draw. I draw some web comics, but have never actually published anything. I don't think they're good enough. I'm not talented enough to plan an instrument. I live with my best friend, Austin, in an apartment about 3 miles from here. I'm from Ohio. My parents live there.

I just really like food and music. I don't know what else to say..." He trailed off, his eyes wandering along the lake in front of us.

"Oh, that's cool! And I'm sure you can play something. Ill show you. It's pretty simple. Drums... You can really do whatever as long as you have rhythm. Maybe I can teach you!" I looked up at him, facing him.

"I've always wanted to learn and instrument. That sounds like fun, actually. I'd love that." He replied, looking down at me with a small smile forming on his lips.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi! It's Emma Whatsername here again, haha. This is really short. Ill add onto it later. I just felt the need to upload. It's basically a filler chapter. Tell me what you think <3 (: