The Lucky One

Chapter 8

Shreeya's POV

I've opened the rest of my presents now. I got seven gifts in total. My iPhone, a guitar (do they know I can play or were thy hoping to teach me?), a Polaroid camera, a desk to go in my room, a diamond and emerald necklace; real ones too, a bottle of cherry red liquid that Ken calls 'Nail Polish' and a book called 'The Fault In Our Stars'. I'm alone in my room, even though its Christmas and I'm wishing for my parents, my real parents, to come find and take me home. To tell me that they're sorry and that they want me back. I do love my new family but I miss my old one too. I remember playing Scrabble on family game night and Zayn always winning because of his huge vocabulary. He needed lots of words so he could write the most interesting songs he could. I used to play guitar and sing songs that I wrote, late at night. None of them, my family, knew about my talents, that's why Zayn was so surprised to see that I could sing! Now they'll be hearing me on the radio and thinking, 'How does that girl know how to sing?'. They'll call me, hopefully, and tell me how sorry they are, but only because of the money! Of course! I'm not worth loving unless I have money to make it worthwhile. Ken comes in and wipes the tears from my cheeks that I didn't know we're there. I guess I went numb with all this thinking.

"Hey, Harry's wondering if you're reading to record any songs yet. He's ready down in the small studio we have here." Ken holds my hand.

"I can write songs, and play guitar." I bring up.

"Do you want to sing any songs that you've made up then?" She grins. I nod. "Come down when you're ready." She leaves me alone.

"All alone in my room

That is thin air

Sleep is long gone

Along with the people

The people

These people

I'm ashamed to say

Do not care about feelings

We do whatever we want

Breaking lives as we go

Maybe it's better alone

We are not influenced

To bully and break

The lives of our fellow species."

I sing a portion of the song I made on the street just a couple weeks after they left me. I'm still not sure whether to call it 'People' or 'Alone' yet. Both fit but it's a hard choice. I think back to my other songs with names. This one is the most rough as I was the youngest when I wrote it. Other songs like 'Dream' and 'Safe Haven' are my more polished songs. I pick up my new guitar and strum a few notes before I start to sing 'Dream'.

"I had a dream the other night

Princesses and pirates fighting over treasure

Dragons and knights fighting for revenge

Two girls and a boy were laughing

Their life's so easy

Their dreams come with happiness

But mine come with no hope

Fighting and conflict

Those dreams I had before

Only lasted for so long

Dreams."

I start to choke up. When I was homeless, I had dreams of people fighting and killing and I was in the midst of it. When I was with my family, I had dreams of candy land as every 5 year old has probably had.

"I love how you're so creative." Kenny slips in.

"Oh, thanks."

"That's a beautiful song!" Ken compliments.

"Two girls and a boy were laughing

Their life's so easy."

Kenny sings part of the song. "It's pure genius."

For your information I wrote the songs and I know that they're pretty crap but eh. So they belong to me, thanks!