Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork [COMPLETED]

Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork. Chapter 21

I am so angry, because I wrote all of this chapter out, and it was a work I was really proud about. I was about to publish it, and my computer crashed. IT DELETED EVERYTHING!

So I had to write it again! *angry face*

Sorry if it's boring, it's a filler, the next one won't be! I promise!

Putting aside my grumpy mood, I hope you enjoy. Special thanks to Lottie, for making me feel beautiful in the dark times, and being such a great friend.

Oh, and I made that for Lily and Carter, just 'cause I love them so much. (how cute is the Carter character?!?!?!) And also, that's the dress! THE DRESS! hahahahaha

- S x

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Beautiful - Bethany Dillon

This song, is absolutely amazing. It's kind of what Lily (or maybe I do too?) feel every day. This song absolutely changed my life. You really need to listen to it.

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Chapter 21: Birthday Wishes

They say the first sign of insanity is denying it.

I wasn't denying it, but I knew I had still gone crazy.

Because there was no way that was my Mother standing there. My Mother was dead. I saw her pale, unmoving figure at her funeral.

But yet, there she stood. And I knew it was her, either that or it was an amazingly accurate look-a-like.

Something was pulling me towards her, like an unseen force, And then my legs were moving. She didn't see me, she was looking at the products gleaming inside the jewelers. Her face was the same as always, full of love, youth, beauty. And those deep green eyes that I had lost myself in so many times. Her crow black hair looked soft and shiny in the lighting. Suddenly I was being pulled back in time, pulled back into a memory.

It was so hot.

The sun was so hot that I could feel it singing my skin. It beat down, cooking everyone below like they were placed in a 200 degree oven. It bounced off the silver seat that I had positioned myself on and right into my eyes, forcing me to look away. My eyes fell on the street in front of me, then on the park behind me, then squinted as I tried to look at the sun. That stupid goddamn sun. I cupped my hand over my forhead, over my face, and closed my eyes.

It was an odd place to sleep, but one of the only places. The neighbour next door had just gotten home with their brand new baby girl. That meant goodbye peace and quiet, hello sleepless nights. I was never a heavy sleeper, which totally sucked balls 'cause whenever the baby wanted a feed (the baby which had a room right across from my bedroom window) would start holloriing louder than a church bell. It was hard not to fall into oblivion, even with humidity making my tee-shirt cling to my body.

That was until I heard a voice.

"Lillian? Lillian?"

A little groggy from being sleep deprived, I was about to open my eyes and tell them to call me Lily, not Lillian.

My eyes flew open anyway.

"Mr. Maddison?" I squinted through the glare to see, well, speak of the devil, my next dorr neighbour, the father of the new and obnoxious baby. His glasses were pushed high up on his nose and his green shirt almost matched the grass beneath my feet. I had never actually talked to Mr. or Mrs. Maddison. Maybe once or twice, but just a quick over-the-fence hello.