Post by kammykinzoxoxo on Aug 3, 2009 18:55:55 GMT -5
'Cause you’ve got me laughing while I sing</3
Introduction;
They say when you fall hard you hit the ground full power. What happens if I’m not afraid to get a few scratches and bruises? What if it’s all worth the fall? There was a time in my life I thought true love only lasted in fairy tales and books. There was also one point in time music was the only thing that mattered to me, how it speaks through a rhythm, how it explains you’re feelings and emotions in one beat. Music was my life, the only thing that allowed me to run away from my life’s drama. Then I met the one person that changed my life, it’s ironic how soon you can change your perspective on true love when it died along with the rest of your soul. It only took one look, one song and one kiss.
Tragedies before happiness / Chapter Uno
This was forever and will always be one of the happiest days of my life. I stood in line two feet away from the Jonas Brothers. Sure they weren’t my favorite band, but I’m a pretty big fan, I’ve got the posters, CD’s and Camp Rock to prove it. My mom stood beside me as eager as me. She is the coolest mom a person would ask for, and my best friend. My life would be nothing if I didn’t have her, my dad being the complete know it all jackass that he is acts as if I’m invisible, and a mistake. Only there was a part of me that couldn’t help but love him, even know he might not feel the same way back. My mom told me I was being ridiculous, but I guess it is possible not to love your own child. The line moved and I didn’t even realize I was next until my mom nudged me. My voice was completely drained from me, so I just handed them the CD to sign and hoped I wouldn’t have to talk. Joe was the first one to sign it, and of course he looked perfectly amazing, as always. “Hey! Did you enjoy the concert?” he asked scribbling his name on the CD. “Y-yeah loved it. Awesome job” I said clearing my throat in the process. As many meet and greets I’ve been to you’d think I’d get over the choking up stage, but no that was me Alyson McKenzie Parker. You could see a grin breaking through slowly, as he handed me the CD “thanks glad you enjoyed it.” I nodded slowly and walked over to the other two brothers to get it signed. They didn’t bother talking to me like Joe did, but it didn’t bother me. I was more than happy to have Joe say more than ‘Hi’ to me. He has always been my favorite Jonas, I’m not exactly sure how, but you can’t help fate. My mom’s phone ringed as she dragged me out into the parking lot. “What?” She asked into the phone then a short pause. It was sort of obvious she was talking to dad. “It was just a Jonas concert. No Harm done.” Another short pause. “I’ll be home-“she was cut off with the dial tone. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to come” I said looking down at my CD newly signed by all the JB. “Don’t be silly Allie, I had fun you had fun. That’s the most important part.” She said putting the key in the ignition. That’s my mom for you, always trying to make you feel better about things. I just rolled my eyes and watched the rain pour, I loved the rain and everything about it. People call me crazy to watch a thunder storm, I call it entertaining and interesting, most of the time it doesn’t rain here in Las Angeles, so I can only so lucky to see a thunderstorm every now and then. My mom is about the only person I met that doesn’t think I’m weird at all. Sure I’m the skinny jean type of girl, and I have long blonde hair with brown highlights. I’ve been called Goth and emo plenty of times, just because I listen to MCR and PATD once in a while doesn’t mean you’re Goth and emo. I can actually let out my inner pop self every now and then. Hello I was just at a JB concert people, what more do you want from me? To jump up in down in a skirt and flashy shirt that says “I’m with stupid” I’ll pass. The rain started to pour harder each street we passed, my mom straining her eyes to see the road. The last thing I saw was a flash of light, it happened so quickly
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“Alyson, Alyson honey?” I heard an un-familiar voice say. The only thing I could see was black, everywhere, like I was stuck in sealed box that wouldn’t break. I kept pushing and pushing to break the box, I could feel the strength drain from me each push. All it took was one last power full push, my eyes started to flutter open. There was a woman sitting beside my bed, she looked like she was ready to go to court and defend a murder case. I looked around hastily trying to remember the last thing that had happened, I was in the car with mom- MOM. “W-where’s mom?” I said looking around faster. She would be here with me; I knew she would, unless she was hurt too. “Shhh, calm down” the woman said restraining me with her arm and pushing me back down. “Alyson-“she started before I cut her off. “Allie” I corrected, the only people I allowed to call me Alyson were teachers and… my mother. “Allie, you see your mom. She… well she didn’t make it through the terrible car accident, your amazingly lucky you did.” She said, with a waiting arm to restrain me again if I were to lash out. Car accident I thought when were we in a car accident? Though I couldn’t find the voice to actually talk, my mom, and the sweetest person on earth… gone. She saw I wasn’t going to do anything rational so decided to continue, “I’m with children services, we couldn’t find your dad anywhere, and so it’s only mandatory me make sure you get a nice home.” She said. I knew exactly where she was leading, foster home. “I-I-I’m almost eighteen” I stated, it really wasn’t meant to be a question. “But you’re not eighteen yet therefore, you still need an adult to take care of you” she continued. This woman comes in here, hasn’t even said her name yet and I already want to punch her lights out. “I can take care of myself” I said through gritted teeth. “There’s no doubt about that, but it’s the law sweetheart, so we have a perfectly wonderful family dying to get to know you. We just need to sign some papers and you’re out of here to Texas” she said patting my leg and leaving. Does adoption really happen that fast? I’d think you would have weeks before the papers went through.
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After a long car drive from the hospital to my house, I found out surprisingly the lady’s name is Meredith. She came in to help me pack my stuff, which wasn’t a lot. I’d leave the furniture and keep clothes and music, so it only took three boxes. I lifted up our family photo in the living room and took it in the kitchen, where I cut my dad out of it. Then threw it in a box neatly and went out to the car. “You all set?” Meredith asked getting in the car. I nodded as I got in the passenger seat. There were only a couple things I’d miss about this house, how it reminds me of my mom is the main part, and possibly some good memories over the years. It was still oh so hard to think about my mom being gone for good; it was like a nightmare I’d never wake up from. We drove to the airport and got the tickets for Dallas Texas. I couldn’t imagine the type of foster jail I’ll be in. Were they rich, famous, stupid, or even scientist? Hopefully they’ll be as plain as can be and leave me to die in my misery.
Introduction;
They say when you fall hard you hit the ground full power. What happens if I’m not afraid to get a few scratches and bruises? What if it’s all worth the fall? There was a time in my life I thought true love only lasted in fairy tales and books. There was also one point in time music was the only thing that mattered to me, how it speaks through a rhythm, how it explains you’re feelings and emotions in one beat. Music was my life, the only thing that allowed me to run away from my life’s drama. Then I met the one person that changed my life, it’s ironic how soon you can change your perspective on true love when it died along with the rest of your soul. It only took one look, one song and one kiss.
Tragedies before happiness / Chapter Uno
This was forever and will always be one of the happiest days of my life. I stood in line two feet away from the Jonas Brothers. Sure they weren’t my favorite band, but I’m a pretty big fan, I’ve got the posters, CD’s and Camp Rock to prove it. My mom stood beside me as eager as me. She is the coolest mom a person would ask for, and my best friend. My life would be nothing if I didn’t have her, my dad being the complete know it all jackass that he is acts as if I’m invisible, and a mistake. Only there was a part of me that couldn’t help but love him, even know he might not feel the same way back. My mom told me I was being ridiculous, but I guess it is possible not to love your own child. The line moved and I didn’t even realize I was next until my mom nudged me. My voice was completely drained from me, so I just handed them the CD to sign and hoped I wouldn’t have to talk. Joe was the first one to sign it, and of course he looked perfectly amazing, as always. “Hey! Did you enjoy the concert?” he asked scribbling his name on the CD. “Y-yeah loved it. Awesome job” I said clearing my throat in the process. As many meet and greets I’ve been to you’d think I’d get over the choking up stage, but no that was me Alyson McKenzie Parker. You could see a grin breaking through slowly, as he handed me the CD “thanks glad you enjoyed it.” I nodded slowly and walked over to the other two brothers to get it signed. They didn’t bother talking to me like Joe did, but it didn’t bother me. I was more than happy to have Joe say more than ‘Hi’ to me. He has always been my favorite Jonas, I’m not exactly sure how, but you can’t help fate. My mom’s phone ringed as she dragged me out into the parking lot. “What?” She asked into the phone then a short pause. It was sort of obvious she was talking to dad. “It was just a Jonas concert. No Harm done.” Another short pause. “I’ll be home-“she was cut off with the dial tone. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to come” I said looking down at my CD newly signed by all the JB. “Don’t be silly Allie, I had fun you had fun. That’s the most important part.” She said putting the key in the ignition. That’s my mom for you, always trying to make you feel better about things. I just rolled my eyes and watched the rain pour, I loved the rain and everything about it. People call me crazy to watch a thunder storm, I call it entertaining and interesting, most of the time it doesn’t rain here in Las Angeles, so I can only so lucky to see a thunderstorm every now and then. My mom is about the only person I met that doesn’t think I’m weird at all. Sure I’m the skinny jean type of girl, and I have long blonde hair with brown highlights. I’ve been called Goth and emo plenty of times, just because I listen to MCR and PATD once in a while doesn’t mean you’re Goth and emo. I can actually let out my inner pop self every now and then. Hello I was just at a JB concert people, what more do you want from me? To jump up in down in a skirt and flashy shirt that says “I’m with stupid” I’ll pass. The rain started to pour harder each street we passed, my mom straining her eyes to see the road. The last thing I saw was a flash of light, it happened so quickly
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“Alyson, Alyson honey?” I heard an un-familiar voice say. The only thing I could see was black, everywhere, like I was stuck in sealed box that wouldn’t break. I kept pushing and pushing to break the box, I could feel the strength drain from me each push. All it took was one last power full push, my eyes started to flutter open. There was a woman sitting beside my bed, she looked like she was ready to go to court and defend a murder case. I looked around hastily trying to remember the last thing that had happened, I was in the car with mom- MOM. “W-where’s mom?” I said looking around faster. She would be here with me; I knew she would, unless she was hurt too. “Shhh, calm down” the woman said restraining me with her arm and pushing me back down. “Alyson-“she started before I cut her off. “Allie” I corrected, the only people I allowed to call me Alyson were teachers and… my mother. “Allie, you see your mom. She… well she didn’t make it through the terrible car accident, your amazingly lucky you did.” She said, with a waiting arm to restrain me again if I were to lash out. Car accident I thought when were we in a car accident? Though I couldn’t find the voice to actually talk, my mom, and the sweetest person on earth… gone. She saw I wasn’t going to do anything rational so decided to continue, “I’m with children services, we couldn’t find your dad anywhere, and so it’s only mandatory me make sure you get a nice home.” She said. I knew exactly where she was leading, foster home. “I-I-I’m almost eighteen” I stated, it really wasn’t meant to be a question. “But you’re not eighteen yet therefore, you still need an adult to take care of you” she continued. This woman comes in here, hasn’t even said her name yet and I already want to punch her lights out. “I can take care of myself” I said through gritted teeth. “There’s no doubt about that, but it’s the law sweetheart, so we have a perfectly wonderful family dying to get to know you. We just need to sign some papers and you’re out of here to Texas” she said patting my leg and leaving. Does adoption really happen that fast? I’d think you would have weeks before the papers went through.
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After a long car drive from the hospital to my house, I found out surprisingly the lady’s name is Meredith. She came in to help me pack my stuff, which wasn’t a lot. I’d leave the furniture and keep clothes and music, so it only took three boxes. I lifted up our family photo in the living room and took it in the kitchen, where I cut my dad out of it. Then threw it in a box neatly and went out to the car. “You all set?” Meredith asked getting in the car. I nodded as I got in the passenger seat. There were only a couple things I’d miss about this house, how it reminds me of my mom is the main part, and possibly some good memories over the years. It was still oh so hard to think about my mom being gone for good; it was like a nightmare I’d never wake up from. We drove to the airport and got the tickets for Dallas Texas. I couldn’t imagine the type of foster jail I’ll be in. Were they rich, famous, stupid, or even scientist? Hopefully they’ll be as plain as can be and leave me to die in my misery.