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Avery's P.O.V

I started the car, the engine roared to life in a ferocious manor. It was refreshing. I looked back at the house one last time, before placing a CD in the stereo and speeding out of this little village and heading towards the airport.

I had the windows rolled down and The 1975 blasting through the speakers.

'Wrestle to the ground

God help me now because

They're just girls

Breaking hearts

Eyes bright, uptight, just girls

But she can't be what you need if she's 17

They're just girls

They're just girls'

I sang at the top of my lungs. For the first time in a while, I smiled. Not a fake smile to please others, but a genuine smile.

Music was something I could always rely on, it's so powerful and beautiful. It has the ability to change my moods, and make me feel emotions I didn't even realise I had. I'm pretty talented too, at least I think so. My family have always said I wasn't good enough, which is why I haven't really considered a music career.

I got my first guitar at 13 years old, I had to teach myself to play as no one would pay for lessons. Performing to thousands of people and have them singing my songs with me was one of my biggest dreams. Singing wasn't something I was confident in, but I loved it. I've been writing songs since I was 9 years old. That's when my life started going down hill.

But that's all going to change now. I have a small apartment in Central London, after years of part time work, baby sitting and dog walking, I finally had enough money to buy an apartment in another country. I wasn't going to miss Australia one bit.

Goodbye Sydney, Hello London.

Author's note

Again another filler, I'm sorry! But it starts getting interesting now.

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