chapter one: Never a stress free day !
claire's pov
As I opend the door to glass house everything seemed to fade.
Myrnin was doing my head in about Frank playing up and well Monica do I have to think anymore than that, she really needs to change her name to Bitch.
Slamming my keys in the glass bowl on the table I kicked the door shut with my food and dumped my ruck sack by the sofa.
I called out 'Shane' first because he is the usuall Glass House slacker of hotness but know answer so I went on and called 'Eve' and 'Michael', also no answer so looks like if got a free house.
I made my sorry ass climb the stairs, I went in to my room and chucked on a pair of old sweats and went to the bathroom.
I stoped out side the door and knocked before I reilised no one was in, must have been force of habbite.
The bathroom was its usual stinking mess so I picked up a couple of cosmetic bottles and shoved them in the coboard under the sink, not major cleaning but it will do.
I gave my self a once over in the mirror, I look horrible and plaine with my small figure, pale skin and my boring brown hair.
Honistly I really don't see what Shane see in me every time he says im beautiful.
I walked out of the bathroom and across the hall to Eve's room, I opend the door to a surprisingly clean room and went in search for her hair die collection she had told me about before and she said she kept it in the drw of the left side cabinet by her bed, so thats were I stated.
The box read 'The box of colour' so this is it I opened the lid to reveal a variety of outstanding colours.
I was taken back by the fact Eve had orange hair dye, I didn't even no they manufactured this colour.
I digged deeped in to the box and found a royal blue which I liked. I put all the dye back in to the box and put it back.
I took the blue hair dye in to the bathroom and decided to dip dye it.
The instructions looked pretty simple just apply the dye to wanted areas wanted and leave for 30 minutes and wash off with shampoo.
I applyed the dye to the bottem of my hair and listened to Myrnin talking me through a human theory about vampires in the late 17 hundreds.
I washed the dye off and dryed and straightend my hair before looking at it in the mirror, I looked in the mirror and if I say so myself it doesn't look half bad. By the time I came back out of the bathroom it was 5 o'clock and I expected every one to be home by now but still no one was.
I stumbled back in to my room and picked up the peace of music I was working on.
Noone in Glass House new I could play piano or sing and thats the way I liked it, Michael was the musician of the house not me, but it only leaves me very little time for me to play so I take the opportunity with both hands and run down stairs.
I pulled back the cover on the piano and sat down, stroking my fingers over the notes.
I place the music I have composed and the lyrics I have made on the stand and start to play and the words slowly follow.
You wait for a silence I wait for a word Lie next to your frame Girl unobserved You change your position And you are changing me Casting these shadows Where they shouldn't be
We're interrupted by the heat of the sun Trying to prevent what's already begun You're just a body I can smell your skin And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan Why don't you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me
Sat on your sofa...it's all broken springs This isn't the place for those violin strings I try out a smile and I aim it at you You must have missed it You always do
But I've got a plan Why don't you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted You wait, I wait, casting shadows
Why don't you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me
Why don't you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me
I hit the last note and I feel a tone of relief but them I heared breathing I spin around in the steat to see a shocked Michael leaning against the wall.
"how long have you beenn there" I asked surprised "long enough nice hair claire and who was that song about" I looked shocked and turned around could I answer that.
so hey guys hope you like the 1st chapter more juice stuff on the way
A/N: don't own Morganville Vampires or the characters the AMAZING Rachel Caine And the song is called 'The Writer by Ellie Goulding love her and no copy right intended