The maid
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Hi my name is melody, im 17 years old. Im what you call a maid, I have to make a living to you know. I really want to be a manager in a band, but times are tough and u need to make money. Expecially when u have abusive parents, and an angry boyfriend who naggs on and on, about money. Ill adimt im bitch, wben it comes to working, I need my space and my quite. One day I get a call from, The Simon Cowell. Then thats when my life goes down hill even further.
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Have you ever stopped to sit and watch the world pass by; wondering what would happen if we had no time, no clock, nothing to keep track, or have you ever sat down and listen to music drowning out all unwanted problems you refuse to pay attention to. As you sit you begin to realize every second has its new beginnings. Time is something money can't buy, but it is also something you can't place on fast forward or rewind. Every beat of life counts just have to listen to the melody to live it happily. A young teenage girl is living an unwanted life every hour has a memory running straight through and every tick tock and replay cuts into her past. "Turn the music up, real loud. As the lyrics fill my head, a hundred memories run wild, lyrics intertwining with my thoughts. Change of attitude, cant be disturbed. Words flow like tears, all eyes on me. Every one is an onlooker, keep watching you don't want to miss this." Here is her story.

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