One day comes,
One day goes,
Except when
You're
Stuck in time
Introduction
Some people say "Days come and go, but friends always stay the same," and personally I believe it; I and my two best friends are closely knitted together. We are different, but that's what makes us a good team. We have a couple things in common, like volleyball, nature, and music. We are set in a group at school that is all ours, with the friends we've made through out school. We live in the country part of North Carolina, on our families' ranches, Tay moved when she was 5 to here from Texas, I was born here, and Mel moved when she was 11 from New York. We only have 7 schools in our town, one preschool, two elementary, one middle school, one high school, one private school, and one college. Our town has only 284 residing families, but 650.5 square miles of land and 8.8 square miles of water. In our town almost everyone knows everyone.
Melody, Melody Denning, is the Go-to girl for books and homework, in our band, All American Girlz, she plays a mean keyboard, she plays our orchestra string parts and solos, and she also plays the piccolo, flute and oboe. She likes to wear slightly old fashioned clothes; she might not be as random as Taylor or as sporty as me, but she has smarts on her side and an eye for fashion. Melody has a pretty tan skin color that I consider olive, hazel cat-like eyes, shouder length dirty blonde hair, about 5 foot 9 inches elegant features, looking innocent and sweet. This normally attracts jocks and a few nerds. No matter how 'hot' or sensitive they are she turns some of them down, she has a boyfriend right now, Keith Cooke, who is the richest boy at our school and ex-boyfriend of the most popular girl at school. She is a straight A student at our private school, Saint Katherine high school, grades 6-12. Melody is 15 ½ and is the second oldest. She has a 13 year old little brother named Nick who has a boy's mushroom head of dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, pale skin and about 4"11.
Then there's Taylor, Taylor Leonard, she always has smart retorts ready to use against… well anyone, she wears what no one dares to wear, like neon green and pitch black, especially for our performances as the All American Girlz. She plays the Brass and Percussion parts that we have and is extremely inclined to play with her drumstick pencils. She loves to prank and almost every day when I wake up I have whipped cream on my face and my cat, vanilla, and dog, snow, licking it off, while Tay stands victoriously over head with a smirk. At school, she always gets on teachers nerves which ends up with her outside and with extra homework for all 3 of us, the teachers blame us or they want us to blame her and stop her. Sometimes she carries random objects, like silly string, water guns and nerf guns. She normally gets B's and C's on her report card. On the 'good' side Tay always can make us laugh on our worse days. She is definitely a bit not sane, fine she's slightly insane, but she is funny. I feel bad for some of the guys that try cheesy pickup lines on her, she normally responds with a slap… She absolutely hates our local hive, consisting of 'her majesty' Queen Bee Becky, who tries to insult us, well mostly me, at every turn, and her equally stupid Bee-Bots. Tay has slightly tan skin, almond shaped, mischief filled, hazel eyes, elbow length jet black hair, and slightly mischievous looks, with a pert mouth; she is 15 as of now, at the height of 5"7. She gets hit on occasionally and as said, she doesn't like it all that much. She had one very bad boyfriend, Kenny Cooke, in the past; his little brother, Keith, did something unforgivable to me… She has a little sister at age 13, jet black hair, light red-brown-ish eyes, and has lightly tanned skin, about 5" who's name is Amy.
Next up is Alex, Alex Burnfield; the sensible one of our misfit band. He plays Basketball and hockey. He was supposed to be in our band but he's been gone about 5 years. He and I basically grew up together. Tay thinks he has a crush on me, but I refuse the very idea. I really hope he doesn't… He is like my best friend, a brother. He's pretty much like my real brother Eric. He is the tallest at 5 foot 10 (which I am constantly annoyed by), 15 ¾ years old, the oldest, has a massive rat's nest of black hair that is cropped, piercing green eyes, ivory skin, barely tanner than my own, muscular-ish build. No matter how much it annoys me, he always finds something to mock. My friends insist it's flirting. We were very close back then… His brother Chris has an insane drive to be a player. Chris is 5"5, has cropped black hair, fair skin, similar green eyes, looking mischievous.
I'm Elizabeth Ann, Elizabeth Ann Bloomingdale, I'm the Tom Boy of my friends, I love all sports and absolutely HATE shopping, I have played each and every instrument I could at some time in our school's band. In AAG I'm the lead singer and Guitar. I have a tendency to wear halter tops, skorts, skirt and legging sets, element t-shirts, jeans, gym shorts and more often my sport uniforms. In school I have an A's and B's honor roll record, I personally excel in Band, Math (algebra 1), chorus, and Art. I love to kayak, bike, skate board, and I spend time playing sports, painting, sketching, drawing, writing and working with music. When I'm not doing any of my favored hobbies or I'm in a spot that I hate, I get clumsy and slightly shy, like on stage before a Hurricanes Game. I am 14 ½, I am about 5"8 and I have Reddish-brown hair that falls past my waist with annoying curly bangs that always fall into my eyes, crystal pale blue eyes that sparkle at times, porcelain skin, stubborn and delicate features. I have a little sister, Violet, who has lighter auburn hair, pale violet eyes that tend to change darker when she is angry, 5"2, porcelain skin, a pint-sized mini me with pale violet eyes, at age 13, she is friends with Nick, Chris, and Amy. And a 17 year old brother Eric, who has curly brownish orange hair and onyx eyes, at 6"2, who defends me at all time. I might look delicate and skinny but I pack a mean punch, when I need to. When I do anything at home I listen to my music. I may not have the best IQ or am slightly insane but I have my sports and music.
We share one sport,
One school and
One passion
We are All American Girls,
Three for music,
Music for all!
This is our story, our life, our dream,
Welcome to our Story!
Prologue
I almost always understood life, when I was 5, but now at 14, I'm not so sure. My music helps because it lends me four minutes of understanding. My friends say that when I play sports I'm a bullet on the field. Unlike the hive, I do it for fun, not competition to be the best. My friends also have said that when I stare at someone hard and long enough my eyes look like ice. When I see something die and I tried my best to help it, I slip into that state again, and punch anything I can hit, once I dented the road. If I get very frustrated or very focused my eyes are like burning ice, at least that's what they say, and I can kick down a 100 year old tree down from the trunk. They say that my eye are filled with my eye color when I get sad and I have scaled 1000 ft heights, by foot, running parallel to the ground. Normally at this time people get scared and runoff. Now in the middle of my life a boy, An AROGANT, SELFCENTERED BOY, changed half of my life upside down. I can't go up or down, I'm STUCK IN TIME.
Welcome to My Life….