My life depends on him

Singing thru the pain

ELIZABETH POV ====================================================

It was Tuesday he was supposed to be already I was so anxious that I just stare at the door for so long “Elizabeth I think you should start your reading without him” my mom said passing me Hamlet great a book about tragedy that will make me forget about it right? Don’t think so whatever is not like he is the only good looking guy that comes here to this far away land oh wait yea he this “fine I will be in my room I said taking the book then walking up the stairs to my room, once upstairs I heard the doorbell “hello Martha sorry I am late” he said to my mom entering the house “no problem Nicolas, Elizabeth is in her room make yourself at home” my mom said walking towards the kitchen, “Good afternoon Elizabeth” he said smiling as he enter my room “hi” I said sitting in my desk “so hamlet huh” he comment “yea that’s what I am reading now” I said putting my long brown hair in a pony tale “so we will start with English and I want to show you how to write an essay your mom tells me your very advance for your age so I will keep that in mind” he said gathering all his papers then taking a pen out “ok great” I said then taking notes of all of his tip about writing and spelling, then his phone started ringing “hello, no I can’t right now, but—ok fine I will be on my way” he answer the person in the other end “ I am so sorry but I have an emergency I will have to leave” he said putting back his papers “ok I will see you next week” I said “ and really sorry for my lack of professionalism at this moment” he said exiting my room.

He left so started my work in the farm helping my parents life here was predictable very quiet and boring I had express my desire to leave away for college but my parents haven’t give me a solid answer about it, what can I do to make my life in the farm at least decent for a sixteen years old? I ask myself.

Walking into the forest I decided to read near to the river on the back of my house here I could dream about the great cities of the world New York, Paris, Milan they all call my name I want to be a country girl on every country of the world see what was happening meet people and sing I love singing, walking near the river I started “I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over If I'm wrong I am right, don't need to look no further This isn’t lust, I know this is love

 But if I tell the world, I'll never say enough 'Cause it was not said to you and that's exactly what I need to do if I'd end up with you

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere? Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere?

I build myself up and fly around in circles Wait then as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle finally could this be it?

 Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere? Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere?

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere? Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements should I just keep on chasing pavements? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere? Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere?” by the end of the song I felt in the floor crying my heart out of discontent with my life.