I lay in the small wooden cot that my father had built. It was placed in the centre of the room, constantly rocking side to side as it was tilted by the cold draft from the window. My mother and father had recently purchased a new bungalow, which needed a lot of TLC and work. It was in the small town of Skipsea. A power plant was misfortunately located right beside my home, and the fumes were constantly irritating my nose, but we learned to live with it.
I was very inspired by music as a child, and I often played around on my little children's piano that I received for my second birthday, but it soon broke as I accidentally sat on it. Thus, I gained an interest in singing - I was terrible at first, but as I matured I became more skilled.
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The Life of Susan Boyle
FanfictionHave you ever wondered what it is like to be the one and only, Susan Boyle? Well wonder no more! This emotional and thrilling story is packed with details and events from Susan Boyle's life, and you never know... Maybe you will fall madly in love wi...
