Saving Riley

Chapter 21- Showtime

 So not happy with this story at the moment. Need to work on some fillers. I might go back and add to this later when I'm finished. I want to try another story after this, hopefully I'll be able to make better than this, I'm putting its current crappiness down to it being my first story. We'll soon see I suppose.

I'd love to change the cover for this. Does anyone know anyone who will do me an awesome cover?

Allie <3

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I was currently in English lit drumming along to Stockholm syndrome by Blink 182 with my hands against the table, steadily getting louder as I got more into it. I could see the vein in my teachers forehead pulsing madly, I knew I was driving him mad, but I couldn't help it. My mind was preoccupied with Hunter, who has been out of school for the past two weeks, Tiffany has been more annoying than usual lately constantly asking me where he is, or if I'd seen him, funnily enough these past weeks where Hunter was missing, she hasn't said a word to me. I wonder if Hunter's being absent was anything to do with this

'RILEY' the teacher boomed, scaring the shit out of me in the process, have you finished your assignment, if you have please hand it in and then you can leave, because your constant drumming on the table is giving me a headache.'

Well I didn't need to be told twice, I was outta here. I grabbed my stuff and shoved it in my bag, handing my last ever assignment in for English as a senior. I decided to go to the music rooms to practice for tonight's talent show. I walked into Mrs Farmer's music class whilst she was teaching and boldly walked In front of the class and into the soundproofed back rooms. I got my favourite guitar out of my case, it had been a 16th birthday present from Adam. Tightening the strings a little, I let my fingers run over them, closing my eyes, I played.

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I spent the rest of the day playing some of my favourite songs, I still wasn't 100% sure what I wanted to play. For me music has always been an outlet for my rage, happiness, sadness. The songs I choose to play reflect my feelings at the time, say the words I wish I'd have the balls to say in front of someone. Whether it be anger or happiness or most recently love. At the moment I was so confused with Hunter. I can't event describe how I feel. Damn boy!

Any who, I'd wasted enough time here, looking at the time on my phone, I saw it was close to 3pm, I'd been in here for most of the day, The show started at 4, I should go home and get ready I suppose. Gathering my stuff I slipped out of the music room, and out to my car. Chucking my stuff on the back seat, I made my way home.

As I unlocked the door, I was greeted with a sight no sister should ever see, turning my head to get a better look at the position Jake and Alex in I let out an ear piercing scream causing them to pause.

'Dude, What the fuck? That's the kitchen table man, Where we eat. Where I eat. Dude get your dick out of his ass and put some clothes on. Honestly. Alex have you no shame? ' I continued to rant as I walked up the stairs and into my room. Stripping off my clothes I quickly put on the simple black maxi dress with spaghetti straps and let my hair down, shaking it out so the waves fell own my back instead of a knotty mess. I quickly fixed my eye make up and a spray of perfume and I was done.

I made my way downstairs to be greeted with a bashful looking Alex and Jake. I walked over to them and smacked them upside the head

'Bad Alex' Smack

'Bad Jake' Smack

'I suggest you two go by another dinner table, coz here's no where I will ever eat mac and cheese at that ever again. Now zip up your pants and lets go.'

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'So Riles are you nervous?' Jake said whilst wrapping his arms around me.

'Not really. I go to a lot of open mic nights, there good for practicing in front of a crowd, Hunter used to take me sometimes. He's a brilliant singer. Hopefully he'll be here, its a shame he didn't sign himself up, but he's not really into the whole attention on him thing. He doesn't really like to socialise.'