The Music In Me

The Music In Me

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A girl by the name of Quinn Roselle has been living at the Adoption Home of Arizona since she was a small child. She hears music in her head that speaks to her- guides her, entices her. Her wishes and wants have been whispered to only one other set of ears- her best friend, Hyden Maeve. And together, they will uncover more secrets that can only mean one thing: They have been lied to. [I'm not very good at summary's.. sorries.] The photo in the first chapter is my inspiration for this story. This guy is playing his cello on the streets, with no money in his cup but a big glorious smile is on his face- and that's true passion for 'ya. So I decided to write something about it and see where it goes. DEDICATED TO THE STRANGER IN THE PIC THAT I DON'T KNOW BUT WISH I COULD :]
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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