Chapter 35

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Readers, please read until the end. I have another important author's note at the end that I think you might be interested in! It'll actually be after chapter 36, you'll see more info on why I made that chapter at the end of this.

Don't play the song until it says "Play Song"! There are some moments when it seems like you should, but don't! I don't want to spam you guys with hearing the song over and over and over...

Don't play the song until it says "Play Song"! There are some moments when it seems like you should, but don't! I don't want to spam you guys with hearing the song over and over and over

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I was singing Break Free before the contest started

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I was singing Break Free before the contest started. Serena was sitting with me in the room.

"Hey, Dawn," Serena started.

"Yeah?"

"Well, you said this song relates to you right?"

"Mmhmm."

"Then does that mean you're giving up on love?" Serena asked, and then I stood there, zoned out.

Was I giving up on love? That's what all of these lyrics are, just saying how they'd want to be independent.

I looked up at Serena.

"Yes."

I was giving up on love. I was giving up on the thing that everyone except me had.

"Yes, I'm giving up on love."

I started singing it again.

"This is, the part when, I say I don't want ya, I'm stronger than I've been before..."

Serena looked at me, nodding and smiling. She approved of me giving up on love? I didn't think it would be that easy!

"You're beautiful, Dawn!" Serena smiled.

I nodded in a thank you, when I sang the next stanza.

I was glad to have Serena as a sister. I've grown so much since I got taken by Lysandre. That's actually one of the best moments in my life.

As my aqua blue hair dangled behind me, I sang the second chorus.

I wanted to break free of just being a regular old teenager. I wanted to be known as "the independent girl" or, "the girl with the singing talent", maybe even "the girl with writing abilities" I don't care!

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