Piece by piece (taylor henderson fanfic)

Chapter2: the night before the trip

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Chapter2: the night before the trip

After arguing with mum I decide to just do as she says... Wasn't much I could do to change her mind, plus if it means getting away from her and this house then ill do it!

I go pack everything I need and message my friends well the ones I knew would care at least and because packing took a while and I talked for a while time passed to being dinner time, mum had left for work... She works at Coles ... Which meant shed be back when I was asleep. That also meant that I had to find my own dinner... I'm going to be honest - I can't cook to save my life!

The house was empty. I look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen "7:00 pm TIME FOR CEREAL!! " I sing loud to myself . I find the fruit loops, pull the milk out of the fridge and eat in my room.

When I Finnish I put the bowl beside my bed and grab my guitar. That's what I'd usually do when I got bored or didn't want to do school assignments, I'd sit and focus on my music. About a year ago almost, was when I actually picked up my guitar and decided to try learn it so I through a period of a year taught myself guitar, and through fiddling with chords and teaching myself I'd unintentionally write mini tunes which progressed to full 3 minute tunes that then progressed to my current point of trying to add lyrics to the random stuff I make up and write down. So basically I'm a song writer, I can't sing I suck at singing but I've picked up guitar pretty good.

I guess that's what happens when you have so much time to be alone ... Mostly anyway.

When I look back at the clock on my phone it says its 9:15pm. Wow the time really passed when indulged in something so pure like music. I put my guitar back into its place across the room and my lyric book away to. I'd made a good amount of progress on the song I was currently writing but I was still stuck on the same spot as before! It was so frustrating I mean you get an idea and then you just don't know how to jolt it down in words, it really just sucks.

I look at my packed luggage across the room and decide that packing my lyric booklet was a must! I couldn't go an entire year with out it! I'd sure miss my room and guitar though that was basically my protection summed up right there in all truth, but nobody else knew that... And that's the way it should stay! So I get up and pack my lyric booklet and a pen into my backpack as well as my iPod and earphones and a packet of gum and my laptop /laptop charger. You know just the important stuff.

suddenly as I sit on my bed my phone was flashing and ringing. It was a Skype call! Ahh dad has come to say goodnight! I answer it and put on my best fake smile "hello!" I chirp as we then just start talking for a half hour then dad tells me "mel I love ya darl but it's time ya hit tha hay you've got a long trip tomorrow, nick and I can't wait to see you" "suppose your right " I smile into the phone being comforted by the voice of my distant father. I loved his accent you know the way he sounded so country but not overly it was nice maybe it would be better described as 'a really Aussie accent' I'm not sure but I always look forward to hearing it.

I lay down as I talk to him and eventually just fall asleep over Skype ... Oops- damn that always happens!

Next morning...

Mum walks in and wakes me up at 4am, I have to be out by 4:30 and at the airport by 5am and i think mum said the flight leaves at 6:50am? bleh! I don't like waking up!

So after I'm all ready, have breaky and I make it out to the airport half asleep mum stays with me until I have to take off. In my mind I was ticking off things I may have forgotten but luckily everything was okay.

Yay no Internet for hours on end! (Note the sarcasm) I think to myself as I settle in my seat as the plane takes off to Geelong Ceres and prepare myself for the long flight home .