American Pie (Chapter 2)
Birdie's POV
Someone sitting on the gutter watching cars pass and the rain poring down would be considered idiotic or a lunatic, but i consider it peaceful and tranquil.
Well here I am sitting on the gutter on 5th Ave watching cars pass and the rain pores down from above. I have no where to go tonight which is depressing. I should just go find a run down, deserted apartment building to reside in for the night. Seeing a 17 year old girl sitting on the gutter with a backpack at 9 at night would be an odd sight for most. It's the usual sight for me, I see many girls my age with the similar story as mine. I got kicked out of my house because I got addicted to drugs, alcohol and mostly sex. My parents hated the fact that I had someone new at our house every night and they would leave without so much as a goodbye. When I started to receive money for my "services" my parents had enough of the embarrassment of which was their daughter. I've always felt empty even before I was told I was adopted I felt empty or a missing part. Which is why I had so much sex hopefully to fill the emptiness.
My passion for music keeps me going though. The music flows through my ears as I listen to each note as they perfectly form the song. My instruments are all my prized possessions.
I know I'm near the London O2 arena and I'm not oblivious to the screams a few blocks away. Obviously some big musician or band are playing there at the moment. Maybe if I move closer I will be able to hear who's playing.
Making up my mind I pick up my guitar, fix the strap on my back pack and made my way towards the London O2 arena.
As I near the arena I realize that One Direction are playing. I groan internally as I make my way around the arena to a less populated area and if I'm lucky a non populated area.
As I round the corner no one is insight only a few cars are parked here and there. I settle down next to an old dumpster. I pull out my pack back from behind me and search through the contents looking for my favorite cobalt blue guitar pick. I settled my guitar on my lap strumming a few cords and tuning my guitar to the right pitch. I strum my guitar a few my times along with the song I could hear playing inside, I almost immediately as One Thing.
As the music began to die down and then completely finished I realized that the show was over. Shows usually go for about 2 hours and 30 minutes do it should be about 11:30 PM.
I sighed seeing as there was no more music to play to along with, so I just continued with my own song. Strumming the first few notes to my acoustic version of the song I wrote "Fix a Heart" I started to sing the first verse.
"It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I'm not the best then you're stuck." I heard a noise behind me that sounded like a door opening and closing but I thought nothing by it and chose to ignore it.
"WASSUP HOME DAWG!!" A voice behind me screamed causing me to curse loudly in fright. I turned around to see a girl - who looks oddly familiar- covered in tattoos, who was jumping up and down slightly. She started moving closer towards me as i kept chanting in my head, please go away please go away. Just as I thought she was going to leave she sat down beside me.
"Hi!" She yelled loudly again causing me to flinch at her loudness. "I'm Phillipa, but yooouuu can call me Pipa ooooor Pip for short, but I kinda like Pipa more-" just as she was about to finish her sentence we heard people calling her name. "Shit." She finished under her breath. "Come." She said grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the big building.
We ran down a few hallways then finally turned into a room that said Janitor written on the door.
"Uh what are we doing in here?" I whisper. "Are you going to rape me?"
"What? No. Of course not what kind of question is that?"
"It's pretty valid question actually."
"True. But I kinda just wanted to get to know you. What's you name." Pipa said sticking her face right infront of mine. I put my hands on her shoulders pushing her away slightly uncomfortable by our close proximity.
"What's it to you?" I replied sassily.
"Hmm I see how it is ill just say your my bitch. Yep that's it your my bitch." She decided.
"Are you high?" I asked incredulously.
"Whaaaaaaat!? Noooooo." She lied. I don't know why but I could see straight threw her like a piece of glass.
"Yeah I believe you." I said sarcastically.
An awkward silence filled the room as she turned away and started making faces in the metal paint tin.
My mind was focused on where I had seen her before, but was rudely interrupted by a loud bang on the door.
"Pipa we know your in there!" A semi muffled male voice seethed from the other side of the door. "We saw what you did! You can't hide young lady!"
"You'll never take me alive. Plus! I got my bitch." Pipa replied sassily.
"WHO!?" The voice yelled.
"Hi." I said quietly but loud enough for him to here.
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Me: Its a turtle
My subconscious: No shit Sherlock
