The Voice (L.T) -On Hold-

Alex is an amazing singer, she has a mean step mom and a step sister. What happens when something happens and she can't sing anymore? The only way to get her voice back is to get 3 words from her true love. How hard can it be?

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2. Two

My alarm clocked blared the song ‘All American Girl.’ I groaned and shut it off. I walked out to the living room. Sabrina and Carrie were sitting on the couch looking at me smiling. “Hey. How was your morning?” They asked kindly, which through me off. They were never nice to me. I opened my mouth to say something and nothing came out.

I sat on my bed thinking of how I was going to get my voice back. I wasn’t pretty, and no one at my school liked me so this is gonna be hard. I had one more day of hell ever. I was planning to go to college, but that screwed up because I don’t have a voice. I’ll probably just be lonely for the rest of my life.

I wasn’t gonna go to the last day of school, I always skip it plus, I have to pack for the trip to New York. I didn’t wanna go, but Sabrina is making me. Carrie is meeting this manager so I don’t have much time.

Maybe, I’ll find someone in New York. I just need 3 words, and 8 eight letter to be said to me and actually mean it.

Atleast I still have my piano, so if I don’t get someone to say it I have one good thing. I learned to play when I was 5 with my mom. It was so much fun, and I’ve never stopped playing. I can write my own music but I don’t like to; I just don’t think it sounds good.

“Who knows I might sing with One Direction!” Carrie yells I don’t see what the big deal about One Direction is. They’re just some boy band who sings, don’t get me wrong they write some amazing music but I don’t like them like that. I don’t even know what they look like.

I walked over to my diary and started writing. This is one way I can talk, to myself at least. I loved singing, and it sucks that I may not be able to do it again. This feels like I’m in ‘The Little Mermaid’ but I’m not a mermaid. Ugh, I can see how she feels now.

I wanted to get out of here as soon as I could! It’s hell here. I grabbed my iPhone and sat on my desk. I scrolled through my Facebook’s news feed liking some tbhs. After a couple of seconds someone posted on my wall.

Tbh, you’re a little freak who can’t talk.

I knew right away who posted it; she’s the schools biggest bitch, Samantha. She hated me because I could sing. I remember in 4th grade when I got a solo in choir she tried to fight me for it! We were in 4th grade!

Gah, I hated people. My phone vibrated again.

Tbh, I don’t know you but I think you’re pretty and I’m sorry people are rude to you.

I didn’t know the name of this guy so I went to his profile, he didn’t have any pictures of himself but he had tons of friends. I decided to message him.

Me: Do I know you?

Him: Probably not.

I was puzzled, how was he on my friends list? Did I add him? Or did he add me?

Him: Don’t worry, love. I’m not a stalker.

 

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