I love music alot, I listen to it everyday. So this is a story that revolves around sixteen yr old Skyla Rose is a young musician, willing to follow her dream. She plays acoustic guitar and can sing very well. And this my friends is her story.
A smalltown girl, in a smalltown. And that was Georgia. That was me. Oh yea I almost forgot, I'm Skyla Rose. Blonde, Sweet, Caring, and Outgoing. I love the outside, it's very calming. Everything for me was moving in slow motion, the packing, the driving even the boarding.
Yep, I was going to a boarding school, in Michigan. I never been and you didn't really here much. But there was water there, and I loved water. Everything changed once I boarded, the flight to Michigan. We were all there: Lizzy, Emma, Shane, Jake and I.
"Call me everyday, Sky" Emma said, and my jacket,was getting stained with her endless tears. One by one they fell onto my perfectly good jacket.
"Em, get over yourself, she will be back, after some time" Lizzy said, with a tough strong feminine voice, even though she was as sad, and tear-struck as Emma was.
"This is Miss Georgia, we are taking about" Shane said, pulling me out of Emma's arms, and spinning me.
"Thanks Guys" I said, smiling and blinking, trying to stop the tears from running down my now smooth face.
"Don't worry about it, they are all crybabys!" Jake said, smiling and hugging me tight.
Tons of "hey!" and "arse-hole" was thrown around, along with the sound of our sing-song laughter. I would miss them so much, they were like my family. I had lost my parents, in a stupid buglar happening. All it took, was one burglar, and a gun. And a crying 5-year-old Skyla. I was in my bed, writing a new song. It was late september, and about 12 at night. It took one glass breaking to send me and my paper scrambling into the closet. Then I heard it. The Gun Shot. I knew they were coming for me, because I could sense the footstepts coming up the stairs.
I was crying, and I knew it. I tried my best to stay still, as much as my body could. I wasn't Edward Cullen, I couldn't be a rock. I screamed as my buglar/murderer, opened the door. I couldn't run and I surely couldn't hide. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. My heart was racing, and my adrenaline was pumping. I watched as the burgular's eyes widen, and he ran back down the stairs, and out the door. I stopped my useless crying, and got up. I tried pulling the now dull-feeling-in-my-tummy- knife out of my stomach. It took a while, but I wasn't dead and the knife was out! I made my way downstairs.
There they lay on the floor, lifeless. I grabbed the phone and called 911.
"911 Emergency, can I help you?"
"B..Burgular, broke into our house, m-murdered my parents, and I'm severly injured"
"We will be right on our way, adress please?"
"3925 Evans Rd, Sir"
"We'll be right there! "
And with that they hung up. I sat there and cried at the dead bodies, of my parents.
I blinked, back into the more merrier reality, just to realize I was crying.
"You okay, Skyla?" Jake, Lizzy, Shane and Emma said, at the same time, all of them giving me a group hug.
"Yea" I said, smiling. I was better than okay. I was fantastic! I had what I needed:Music, Friends, and My Guitar.
"Well you got to go, they are calling your flight!"
"Oh snap!"
"Bye, Everyone"
"Bye" They said, in unison waving at me, as I ran towards the direction in which the plane was in.
I ran and caught up with the others at where we were boarding. I took a seat, this was going to be one long flight! I frowned, closing my eyes and remembered the first song, I ever wrote after the incident.
The pain and sorrow is so much to bare,
Knowing that you will not always be there,
By my side, whispering in my ear,
Not to worry and not to fear.
Not to hide and drift away,
But to stay strong and live another day.
Live another day?
I can only try,
But my soul is dyeing and fading away
For every time I hear you cry,
The pain builds up and tears run down,
My cheeks and fall to the cold ground.
I hold you now in this time of sorrow,
But I may not be able to hold you tomorrow
I didn't notice I was singing aloud, and playing my guitar. That is, until I heard the clapping. I opened my eyes and I saw lots of people surrounding me, smiles plastered on their beautiful faces.
Shouts of "You go girl!", "Sing it", "Will you sing at my wedding" were thrown around. I wasn't really one to deal with spotlight well, but that's just me. So i'm surprised my brain and body, did something this...this extreme!
"Everyone, you can board the flight now" A very handsome and peculiar man said, standing behind a type of podium thing.
I grabbed the not so big things, I packed and headed over to the tube-like thing, which we were supposed to walk through to get on the plane.
I followed everyone elses movements and finally made it on the plane safe and sound! Yes, you did it Skyla!
I took a seat near the middle, no one was in the aisle so I caustiously picked, the window seat. It was my favorite seat!
I propped my legs up and took out my iPod and listened to Christina Grimmie. I hummed the songs out loud, and closed my eyes. I dreamed of being on stage, performing, going big, whatever you wanted to call it!
I wanted to be famous. Have my CD's and Posters on kids walls. Have my name somewhere, ya know? When you come from a smalltown , you don't get known like that. Well youtube, but I was a busy girl, I uploaded some, but not enough vidoes of my voice. I'm always somewhere, where there is noise so my voice doesn't carry out like I want it to.
"Propping Feet may not be a law, but there is a rule, that every passenger has somewhere to sit, love"
My eyes flew open at the voice. Who was this guy, and who did he think he was! Saying "Every passenger needed a seat! There was a passenger:My feet. I sighed, and moved my legs, my blue eyes piercing into his black orbs.
He sat down, smirking at me "What?" I asked, arching a blonde brow.
"Nothing"
"Nothing's Something"
"And Something's Nothing, so drop it"
I couldn't believe this guy! He basically demanded me to move my feet, after rudely interupting my blissful moment.
"Aww, what's wrong, the smalltown girl can't handle, a little rudeness"
He said, smirking again and I was angry. Let the games begin.
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