Chapter 1
I turned my face towards the sky, letting the wind flow around me. I took a deep breath and picked up my guitar. I swung my legs back and forth, and look over what I had written so far.
I hummed the tune, and smiled as the calm feeling flowed through me. I slowly started to play my guitar. The melody sounded just about right.
I took a deep breath and began to sing.
Da, da, da, da
The smell of your skin
lingers on me now I hope you know,
I hope you know And
I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket The
path that I'm walkin', I must go alone I
hope you know, I hope you know And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their
blanket Like the little
school mate in the school yard Yes, you
can hold my hand if you want to But it's time for me to go home I hope you know, I hope you know And I'm gonna miss you like a
child misses their blanket
You're probably on your flight back to your home
town
I need some shelter of my own protection, baby
To be with
myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
That this has nothing to do with you
It's
personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
But I've got
to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And
big girls don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
I must take the baby steps
'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a
happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
That this has nothing to with
you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin'
out to do
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to
be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll
be your best friend and you'll be mine
Valentine
'Cause I want to hold yours
too
We'll be playmates and lovers
And share our secret
worlds
It's getting late,
dark outside
I need to be with myself, and center
Clarity,
peace, serenity
That this
has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've
got some straightenin' out to do
But I've got to get a move on with my
life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't
cry
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
Da, da, da, da, da, da
I smiled, proud of the song.
"Max!"
Crap.
"Coming!" I yelled, quickly getting up and putting the guitar away.
I straightened the filled pages in the binder and hid them under one of the many pillows.
"MAX!"
"I'm coming!"
I climbed down from the tree house, and started walking towards the house.
I looked back once more at the tree house were my new song sat in the clear page protectors. i felt like the music was calling for me. Telling me to come back and play.
"Maximum Ride!!!"
I sighed, before running towards the house, were my steaming father was waiting.
Like Missy Elliot once said,
"Music is everybody's escape."
But sometimes, you can't always escape reality.
No matter how good your music is.