Chp. 18

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Sorry i haven't updates in a while really busy with school so here's this short chapter. song of the chapter is "Jolene" the Miley Cyrus version. enjoy! -Sydney

After we talked things through Sammi was having a "thing" with Jc. She promised not to tell Justin and i promised not to tell Kyle.

"So do you have any talents?" Connor asked.

"Not necessarily. I can sing kinda." I answered.

"Show me!" Connor pleaded.

I saw a guitar in the corner of his room and picked it up and started struming the chords to "Jolene" the Miley Cyrus version.

"Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Oh, I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green,

Your smile is like a breath of spring Your skin is soft like summer rain And I can not compete with you, Jolene And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene He talks about you in his sleep There's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, Jolene, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene And you could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me, Jolene, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you canJolene, Jolene"

"Since when can you sing?" A familiar voice boomed behind me, "and why to him!"

The scent of alcohol filled the room. I turned to see Justin with blood shot eyed bloody.

" What did you do?!"

Again sorry its short i hope you liked it! -Sydney

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