Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low or any songs that may get mentioned in the story.
I also don't own the boys in the bands or any other band members that may get mentioned.
This is my first story ever, so I hope it isn't too much of a drag for you lot to read. It'd also be great if people
were to give feedback, as it'd help me a lot with the journey of this story. Hope you enjoy!
Prologue
I love life. Nuts right? I mean, coming from a teenage girl stuck in a country that nobody seems to be able to
pinpoint on a map or, if they do, we're all "British". I mean, really? You'd think that in this day and age, people
would actually have a better knowledge of the where abouts of Scotland, but, apparently not. We're all British
with a posh English accent and like to drink tea all day. News flash people, only a small portion of people are
actually like this.
I'm Melody Smith, by the way. I have the greatest friend I could ever ask for, a family that I love to bits and a
boyfriend that makes my insides feel like I'm harvesting a family of butterflies and knees that instantly turn
to jelly whenever he's near. I know it's a cliché of the oldest kind, but I can't help how I feel, and I'd never
change that for anything.
That, might have been something I'd have written if you caught me 6 months earlier, since then, not
everything has been as great. My parents got a divorce, and since my mum decided she couldn't really
deal with all the memories back in Scotland, she shipped me, my brother along with herself across the
pond until we landed in Baltimore, Maryland. She said the change was good; it'll do me some good to
experience the world; to learn new things.
In the beginning, I didn't see the up side to this move – I didn't want to be somewhere new, it took
me long enough to get the friends that I had back in Scotland and a boyfriend, that I trusted with my
life. It was hard for me to start a new school and attempt to make the new friends that my mum suggested
I should make. Nothing is ever that easy. Or so I thought anyway.
The real story and journey starts about 2 months into the move, and that's where this adventure really
begins. An adventure that showed me to let my walls down; to follow my heart and to take risks every so often.