Perfect Melody

Chapter 1

(Pepper's P.O.V.)

I woke to the beautiful sound of Panic At The Disco's Northern Downpour. Brendon Urie's melodic voice poured (okay more like buzzed) from the broken speakers in my mp3 player.

"If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love"

(Narrator P.O.V.)

Okay, sure it didn't make a ton of sense but so what? It was beautiful and like Pepper's life, each piece meant something you would just have to be told to understand. That was something Pepper never did, tell that is. Not a lot of people knew about her life. How her mother was an addict in rehab and her father had died when she was a child. Pepper had gone to live with her grandparents but at 90 years old they found her 17-year-old habits to obnoxious for their same-routine-everyday life. She now lived in the same apartment but on the floor above her grandparents in a small one bedroom apartment. Not exactly what you'd call ideal but nothing Pepper ever had was.

Pepper hadn't yet opened her eyes as She listened to the sweet music.

"Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weathervanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page, its chasing off the days
Look back at both feet and that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn that fragile
Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the worlds a broken bone
But melt your headaches call it home"

(Narrator P.O.V.)

When Pepper finally did open her eyes she saw Brendon's smiling face watching over her. Okay well, his poster face. But that was as close as it was ever going to get to the real thing. She attempted to roll over and go back to sleep but remembered what day it was and shot up in bed, scaring her cat Chunk and sending him running to hides under the couch. She let out a groan. First day of school. Summer school that is. Pepper had failed choir and geometry so she had to take them again. It was either that or take Junior year again. Which was SO not happening.

(Pepper's P.O.V.)

I glanced at the clock and let out another groan. I had 15 minutes to get ready and get to school if I wanted to be there on time. I climbed out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Attempting to run a hand through my black hair to brush it I caught my ring on a knot, adding 3 minutes to my morning getting ready time. After thick, black eyeliner and a touch of under eye concealer I pulled on a pair of wrinkled black skinny jeans and a purple tee shirt paired with grey converse. I grabbed a plastic sack and stuffed some of the few food items in the small apartment and then stuffed that into my nearly empty backpack along with a pencil some black sharpies a binder and my cell phone. I grabbed a banana with just a few minutes to get to school, which luckily was just a block away.