Play the Music

Chapter One

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One month later

Leigh sighed as she rolled over on her bed to reach for her headphones, as soon as she plugged it into her ipod, a familiar song started playing. "I can be tough, I can be strong..." She didn't want to listen to the same, sickening music. It always made her even sadder to listen to the words about how she missed her family. Leigh decided that today was going to be different, so the first thing she did was download more songs on her ipod.

The first song through shuffle was Move Along by All American Rejects, as she listened to the lyrics, she understood. Leigh couldn't live in the past anymore. She needed to be strong for herself now; this was her time to live. She did lose her family and was completely devastated, but they would want her to be happy. "So a day when you've lost yourself completely could be a night when your life ends. Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving. All the pain held in your..." The lyrics that floated through her earbuds were right. Listening to all the sad songs and losing more of her sanity, could lead her down a dark path. A path that she had already been down and she didn't want to go back again.

"Leigh! Breakfast is ready!" Fiona hollered from downstairs.

Leigh didn't answer her, just pulled on her robe and walked down the narrow, straight stairs. She stopped when she reached the kitchen table and sat down next to Fiona's daughter, Steavie. Steavie looked a lot like her mother; long, wavy blonde hair, strikingly blue eyes, a perfect smile and a slim build. Leigh smiled at her, but Steavie just nodded her head as she pulled her crazed hair into a high bun; she wasn't much of a morning person.

Across from Steavie, sat Richard whom was Fiona's husband. Richard held a muscular build, brown hair, and a light scruff around his chin. His eyes were a dark chocolate and he was always smiling. Tyler was sitting next to his father, and shirtless as always, had a deep scowl on his face. Leigh raised an eyebrow in his direction, but he just shook his head. Tyler was about 5'9", brown hair always styled up, unless he had just gotten out of bed, and deep brown eyes. He however, had a baby face. He told everyone that beards were for lumberjacks.

Sitting across from Fiona, was her son Carson. Carson also had brown hair that was always styled up, but he supported his mother's blue eyes. He was very athletically built, and had a slight scruff down his jawline. Carson and Tyler were fraternal twins, but polar opposites. Tyler was the with the boy boys, while Carson was a star athlete, and they never agreed on anything which lead them to always arguing.

Leigh just listened to her headphones playing the new mixed with the old music while she ate her pancakes. When she was finished, she took her plate out into the sink and walked back up to her bedroom.

Her first day back to high school was today, and it was in the next town over, which was only about an 800 population. She pulled on a pair of red skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that said A Day to Remember on it in white lettering, while slipping on her white flip-flops. She let her red hair fall down in curls and put on a few swipes of mascara before grabbing her larger headphones and putting them on top of her head.

Leigh headed down the stairs with the others before they call hopped into Tyler's beaten up pickup truck. They followed their long, gravel drive way to the end before heading on to the highway. The gang would make it to school in about eight minutes, so to keep herself busy; Leigh just added more songs to her playlist.