I flung my head back and forth, strumming on my guitar wildly. I belted out the words of my song and grinned. I was just in my bedroom. All alone.
"And why can't I get through the night
Without another fight I'm tired of the hurting
Is it really worth it?
Am I all alone again cause
I am kinda feeling like I'm screaming
With my mouth shut
When it's really open.
Spitting fire back and forth now
Times have changed in just a few months." I finished the song and clicked the 'stop' button on the computer that was recording it. I grinned.
I finished the song and converted it. I burned it and my other three songs and scribbled my name on the disc. I put it in a case, and then into a folder with my application. I ran downstairs, and out the door quickly and stuffed it into the mailbox.
This would be the start of it all.
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My name is Lilly Truscott, I'm 15 and I'm going to Camp Rock this summer.
The only drawback is that I have to work in the kitchen to pay for it, and pretend I don't.
yeah, i know.
shake you head.
be all 'ZOMGz! SHE HAS ANOTHER STORY?!"
and i have annother new (couple ones) comming up also
but i swear, i am not in control of my actions.
my heart made me do it