"Crybaby, crybaby," she sang, leaping around the long grass. The sun shone on her like a stage light as if she were a star of a show.
She continued to sing, "So you laugh through your tears." She sang her heart out, loudly, her voice echoing through the fields.
She was interrupted by her father calling her, "Olivia!" It echoed almost as loud as her singing did, "Breakfast is ready!"
She froze to listen to the echoing of his voice repeat.
She trudged through the long grass that was grown up to her knees but that wasn't very much because she was very short.
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Once she walked through the front door of the house, she could automatically smell her favourite breakfast.
Pancakes.
She charged into kitchen and screeched in excitement. Her mother spun round, "Jesus Christ, Bennie is sleeping." She whispered, an edge to her voice as she said the word Bennie.
— POV: Olivia —
She hates me but she loves Bennie...
A tear started to fall from my eye as I blinked. I whispered, "I'm sorry." and turned around shuffles to the front door quickly. I opened it and ran as fast as I could, to my favourite place...
The field.
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Almost automatically, my mood changed. I was happy. That's why I love this place. I sat on the floor, the grass reaching my chin.
I sang quietly, "Oh, she's sweet but a psycho," I shut my eyes, "A little bit psycho..." My voice got a tiny bit louder every line I sang, "At night she's screaming," I suddenly got louder, "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind!"
I stopped singing, laughing hysterically.
I started singing again, "Oh, sh—"
I was interrupted by a boyish voice, "Hey?"
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Short StoryOlivia Heaven has always been told that she can't sing. She doesn't care about how amazing people think her singing; she still loves to do it. When she turns eighteen years old, she proves all her school bullies wrong.
