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Music. Part 4: Beach."What part of grounded don't you understand, Smarts?" she mused.
"Ah, I just wanted to see you. After today I find myself thinking about you more. I can't get you out of my head," he paused. "I mean, it's not like you weren't on my mind a lot normally, but now I dunno. I want to see you."
Abigail bit her lip, looking at the door. Her mom had left for the store after she'd gone to her room. Maybe if she just snuck out for a little while she'd be back before her mom and dad got home
"It's risky " she said.
"Please?" he replied. The sincerity in his voice was new to her. He wanted to be with her. Not like he'd wanted to be with her before, because they were the only ones who understood each other, but now it was because
"Ugh, sure," she gave in. "I'll be there in five."
She got out of her school uniform, put on a clean t-shirt and torn up jean shorts, grabbed her wallet and keys and headed out the door.
She drove the three blocks to th
Music. Part 3: Home.When she got home it was the same old story. She opened the door quietly, peeked in to see if anyone was there, and crept in.
"ABIGAIL," came a loud sudden shout from behind she hadn't sensed. She jumped, turned, hit the kill switch on her musical happiness. It was her mother holding a piece of paper. "How could you get a C!" she exploded. "I thought we raised you better! I'm ashamed to call you my daughter!"
"I'm sorry, Mom I'll I've got homework, that I'm apparently failing at, so I'll go to my room and do it now I won't come out till it's done," she promised.
"Good! We'll talk about this when you're father gets home!"
Abigail went to her room, did what little homework they had been assigned that night, and called him.
"Hey," he answered.
"Hey. Why do you answer the phone like you know it's me? You don't have contacts."
"Ah, but it is you. No one else calls," he replied over the whooshing sound in the background.
"Well, I'm grounded," she announced.
Sin-Ners. Part 1.Sin/Ners
By Dominique and Monique, The French Twins.
The night was dark, the wind howled, rustling through her long coat. She stood up from her kneeling position and leaped from one roof to the next, sensing it.
A scream pierced the night. She turned towards the sound and bolted in that direction.
It was a monster, it looked as if it'd just finished its dinner. She looked from the shadows, grimacing at the sight of it licking the blood off is lips. She was too late for the victim
But the monster was not done yet.
It took off with immense speed. She took off after it. Luckily she knew who had created this monster, who it was going after. She could get to her first.
Roof top to roof top, she made her way to he home of Renqué. She was almost there when she spotted her, carrying grocery bags, two streets away.
She turned as she heard commotion a short ways away. It was the monster. It was coming for Renqué.
Renqué turned, obviously hearing it, too. She screamed and fel
Music. Part 2: Friends.The only other thing that gave this girl happiness was one person. Her best childhood friend. She and he had met in daycare and had been friends ever since. He was the only soul she let near her. Everyone else wasn't to be trusted. They didn't understand.
He understood. He recognized her love of music and shared her feelings for it. They understood each other. They were all they needed. Each other and music. That made their perfect world.
He is my friend, she thought. My only friend.
At school they sat together as usual. They always decided what classes they were going to take and when before they talked to their parents and after so they ended up together. This was one of the only ways they managed to make it through each day. Suffering is easier with a companion.
During lunch they talked of new songs they'd found the previous night searching Youtube. One particular he talked about that he liked especially. It was a love song. From a guy to a girl. A confession.
She stopped chewing an
Music. Part 1: Begin.It was the only thing that made life better
Without it Life was depressing. Hers was a world of pain and anguish, some things made her happy, but not for long. She must always return to the torment that was her home.
Nothing made her happy like it.
An average day consisted of her waking up to it. As she got ready for school she put her headphones in, just loud enough to not hear most of the world, to be happy.
She went to school with it. But when she got there it was like Hell on Earth. She couldn't listen to her happiness. The silence drove her mad. She understood her classes but would have been able to concentrate better with music.
Her one thought that never left her during the school year was that there should be at least some Mozart or Handel, or some other classical piece, floating down the dreary hallways to the classrooms.
Nothing seemed wrong about that. But then again, maybe some people couldn't concentrate with music those poor people
During lunch an
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