Music = Hope

Chapter Two: Where are the Magical Brooms When You Need Them?

Chapter Two: Where are the Magical Broom when You Need Them?

“Up and at ‘em” Aunt Rachel commands as she trudges her way through a mountain of dirty clothes that are heaped together in a pile by the door. As I slowly blink my eyes open I remember that my Aunt had promised to take me shopping for all the necessities that I seem to be lacking. As much as I love to sleep, it wasn’t that hard to methodically stretch my body and eventually fight back the covers that wanted to swallow me whole. And Aunt Rachel started poking me in the face.

The moment she sees that I am not currently sleeping she jumps back with joy. “Breakfast will be ready in half an hour!” I smile and she leaves so I can get ready. I slowly stand to my feet and make my way to the pile on the floor, trying to find something that doesn’t seem to be reeking.

Usually I hate shopping, mostly because I would go with my mom and sister. It would kill me when my little sister asked for something that we simply couldn’t afford. But, if someone is willing to spend money on me with nothing in return then who am I to say no? This could be fun….

I get dressed and manage to find my little brown hairbrush that always seems to go missing. Looking back, I see my beautiful guitar laying on the ground, and I carefully place on Hannah’s small bed. Deciding that my appearance was no longer equivalent of a bald ostrich, I make my way to the apple themed kitchen.

It was a Sunday, so I guess these people aren’t really church goers, or maybe I slept through their church considering it’s almost two. Personally I’m not sure what I believe in. There could be someone out there that is kind enough to die for me, but there is also the possibility that we are just robots. Millions of cells combining and working together to form an organism, and when I die that’s it… there is no more me. But for now I don’t care, hopefully I’ll have time to make up my mind before I do end up dying.

I walk down the stairs my hand carefully placed on the banister in case my feet decide that walking is overrated. The second archway to the right of the stairs leads to the kitchen. I walk in and the green and red décor takes me by surprise once more. Christ, it was like a fruit elf decorated this joint. It was literally metaphorically killing me.

“How’d you sleep last night?”

“Would you like some juice?”

“Want to make out?”

I disregarded the last one, because it came from one of Austin’s stupid friends. All of them were huddled around the counter, only Will and Galen arguing by the fridge. Will, with his hands on his hips mouth blabbing away, and Galen only scowling and putting in a word every now and again.

“You look cute Livy.” Aunt Rachel smiles and I look at myself. I’m in a generic band T-shirt and faded jeans with my blonde hair waded up in a bun. If this constitutes as cute I don’t even want to know what groady looks like.

I can hear Galen mumble to Will, “If cute means white trash.”

“You are literally Hitler.” I give him a Ross hand bump and pour the freshly brewed coffee into a Fantasia mug. Apparently Austin knew what that meant and he nearly chocked on his Pancakes. I appreciate him a little more now.