Adopted By Larzaylea

chapter thirty-nine

Vanessa's point of view

"I'm tired." I told Alejandra as I pulled my phone out of my cardigan's pocket. "It starts in ten minutes, where's Keath and Riley?" I asked and she said they were on their way.

I nodded and then spotted a familiar face not too far away. She messed with a guitar on her lap and she was talking to one of the adults that ran the show.

"Isn't that Miranda?" Alejandra asked and I nodded. "I don't see you guys hanging out anymore, what's up?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Nothing." I said and then pulled my phone out again. I went on Twitter and saw Calum tweet something about hard times getting better.

I smiled at the positive comments on my timeline and retweeted a few I thought were great and made me laugh. I favourited some of Bryana and Arzaylea's recent tweets and then read a memo that someone wrote about me and only me.

I mean, if someone write a memo/message all about you, wouldn't you read it?

I read through it and smiled smally at it. I favorited it when I finished since it was so cute and then I tweeted her a couple heart emojis.

It's always great to appreciate people who like you and decide not to call you a skank.

"Sorry we're late, we got caught up in traffic." Riley spoke and Alejandra nodded. "I had to pick up his younger brother from soccer practice."

"Francisco? Is he here?" Alejandra asked and my eyes widened as a familiar boy walked over, wiping his hands on his black jeans.

"Hey guys, Vanessa, nice to see you again." He said and I gave him a nod. He sat beside me and I looked down at my crossed legs at the curtain was drawn, revealing the creative writing teacher.

"Hello students, teachers, parents, welcome to our annual open mic night, where our very own students come up to perform originals. Please help encourage them to further in their talents." She said and I put my phone away.

I watched the first few people, a rapper, two poets. They weren't bad, actually, they were kind of good.

"Hey look, it's Miranda." Francisco said as he pointed to the girl. She set a stool down on the stage and then took a seat as she adjusted the microphone.

"I um, hello. My name is Miranda and this is an original song that I've written for someone very important to me." She said and I smiled smally as she cleared her throat.

"When I see your smile, tears run down my face," she sang softly into the microphone, playing her guitar as she did so. "I can't replace..."

"She a great singer isn't she?" Francisco asked after a bit and I nodded as he looked at me. "Are you crying?"

"It's kind of sad, don't you think?" I asked quietly and he nodded, agreeing with me.

"I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever, I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven... it's okay." Her eyes were closed as she sang, only opening to look at her guitar.

"Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us, days grow longer and nights grow shorter, I can show you I'll be the one." Her voice was still soft, like the time she called me and sang A Day To Remember to me.

Her eyes locked with mine and her's were glossy, and when she turned away, looking down as she continued her song, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

I didn't have a reason to be guilty... right?

"Please don't throw that away cause I'm here for you, please don't walk away, and please tell me you'll stay," her voice grew louder and so did her guitar as she pulled away from the mic a bit.