MELODY'S POV
As I wake up, I feel...different? I don't know what it is...I just feel...weird.
Well, of course I'm weird, I mean, have you not been reading the earlier chapters in this book? Reading my thoughts? It's not like I don't know that you have magical powers and can read inside my brain!
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Author: *psst*
Melody: and-
Author: *psst* melody!
Melody: huh? What?
Author: erm...er...the readers aren't meant to know that you know that you're in a book...
Melody: oh they, they don't-
Author: no, no they didn't know! But know they do!
Melody: *laughs nervously*
Author: *frustrated grunt* just be quiet and carry on thinking your thoughts...
Melody:...
Author: you do remember how to think right?
Melody:...sure?
Author: *evil glare* good, so carry on!
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Lalala!
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(To tune of best song ever)
Maybe it's the way she walked,
Straight into a pole and hugged it!
Past the pig and past the duck!
Just like she already knew them!
And I said can you stop being a bitçh?
She said never in your wildest dreams,
And we fought all night,
To the best crowd ever,
We had great comebacks, now I can't remember,
How they went but I know, that I won't forget her!
'Cause I punched her right, in her tight vagīna!
I think she went oh oh oh!
I think I went yeah-yeah-yeah,
And the crowd went ooooooh!
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Author: MELODY! KEEP THE BOOK GOING!
Melody: oh yeah...sorry?
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Anyway, I slide down the stairs, flailing my arms about so that I don't fall over and get ready for the joke of the day!
"'Morning dad!" I kiss his cheek as he is turned away, cooking breakfast.
"Good morning honey!" He jollies. "So what's the joke today?"
"Why did Sarah fall off the swing?" I ask.
He quickly serves me breakfast and grabs a newspaper.
"Why?"
"Because she had no arms!" I wiggle my eyebrows.
"I-i don't get it..." He confesses.
"Knock knock"
"Who's there?" He questions curiously.
"Not Sarah!" You gotta admit...this is funny!
Luckily, I earn a chuckle from him and get ready to head to school.
Today, I am wearing high waisted American apparel jeans and a tied up shirt so that it looks real cute! For shoes, I am wearing black doc martens.
Just as I shut the door, my dad calls something out to me,
" sweetheart! By the way what is on your-" I couldn't quite catch the rest because the door slammed shut.
Oh well...!
On the bus today, I receive a giant amount of strange looks. What's up with them? Is is a coconut stuck up their butt or something?
Even as I make my way to school, the looks worsen and I get a few sniggers and pointed fingers.
Oh! It must be because I forgot to put make-up on my face!
Well, I'd rather be hated for who I am, then loved for who I am not!
I raise my head up high and walk into school. I push my way through the crowd in the cloisters-as their mean words seem to be replaying in my head like a record player, and their devious stares seem to swivel in my mind.
"Melody!" I hear my name being called out.
"Melody!" I turn around to my shoulder being tapped, and grace with a smile on her face.
"Is everything alright?" She asks.
"No!" I reply. "Everyone seems to be laughing at me!"
"Melody...have you taken a look in the mirror?"her voice cracking, like an old woman, on the last word.
"No! Why!" I shoot back, faster than the speed of sound.
"Because someone has drawn a dīck on your face!" At this, her expression changes to sorrowful and a glint of something that I couldn't quite understand.
I bolt away, lighting quick to the bathroom. In the cracked and foggy mirror, I can clearly see what was on my face.
Pools of tears stream down my face uncontrollably, and I bury my face in my hands.
I wipe at the mark vigorously, desperately trying to take it off, but it was no use. They used sharpie.
Kicking a bathroom stall open, I mutter "why? Why me?" Repeatedly.
Im not going back out there. No way. I don't want to become the school's punch dummy.
I lay my head back gainer the tiles wall, and let the long, sweet, deep darkness take over me.
When I wake up from my well-needed nap, I realise that school ended well over 90 minutes ago, everyone should be gone by now.
Almost imitating a mouse, I peak my head out of the bathroom door and start making my way outside; conscious that there are tear stains on my cheek, and have wine-red eyes.
The school seems so different with the isolated halls, peaceful.
I spot a tall figure by the gate, black clothing and blonde quiff. LUKE!
I call out to him and run over.
"Melody?"
"Yeah" I sniff.
"What are you Doing here?" He urges.
"I could ask you the same thing!" I resort back.
"Tell me!" He pushes.
"Fine!" I sniff again. "Everyone was laughing at me this morning because of the thing that someone drew on my face so I hid in the bathroom the whole day and waited for everyone to go home!"
By now, the tears were flowing again and seemed to be more in mass the the Amazon river. I didn't want to break down, I mean-I barely knew the guy! But it's not like I chose to break down like this.
"It's okay melody" he soothes, pulling me into the most comforting hug I have ever had. It seems as of this action surprised the both of us. We stiffened and then eased into the hug at the same time. I guess it's what you do when you try to comfort someone right?
" it's not even that noticeable anymore! Plus, all those gossips will have found something new to talk about by tomorrow! You know, who likes who, who did this, who did that, it's all going to be over soon!"
I sniffle once again and look up. "Thanks" I sincerely smile.
"Here, let me walk you home" he offers, holding out his hand.
I nod, accepting, and starting to make my way home.
The whole way there, we just chat about everything and anything, it was nice to just chat to someone about things, especially to someone that you know, but that you're not that close to, you know?
My parents didn't even ask why I was late home, or asked me what happened, they just knew that something was wrong, and they let me be.
Oh I do love my parents.
I really do.
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