I've had that book for as long as I could remember. At least, when I knew how to write. It explained my life story, even though it's a very long one. The memories, songs, and every good and bad moment were in that book. And when it got full, I unhooked the pages and replaced them with new ones. I guess it seemed more like a binder. I kept a record of my book. I saved every page and kept them in journals in my desk drawer. People are always asking me 'why don't you just get a new book?' It's just not that easy. It was my mother's book. She also had many pages of her life in there, of which all she shared. But she's gone now, and it's my turn to carry on the tradition that lies inside those pages. The music that sings its way through the handwriting. So here it was … chapter one.

Chapter 1: The Song Book

I smiled as I looked around the neighborhood. The sun was shining, reflecting its rays on the dew of a new morning. Not many people were up yet, considering it was six in the morning. It was just sunrise, but it was honestly the most beautiful experience ever. I wondered what the beach looked like at sunrise. We were a couple of miles from it but you couldn't see it from our porch. I fidgeted on the porch swing, hugging my knees closer to my chest. It was a bit chilly out and I knew I should get back in bed before my parents found out that I was out here. A five year old needed her rest. Somehow I just couldn't leave. I didn't want to miss out on the beauty of the morning, it was like a whole other world.

Suddenly, I heard the porch door open and I freaked out. I knew I should be in bed sleeping … My mom slowly closed the door and sat next to me on the swing. She turned her head to face me and cracked a small grin. "Busted."

I slowly smiled back. "Sorry mommy, I just couldn't sleep."

"And why is that?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I guess I'm just nervous about starting kidder garden next week. What if the kids don't like me? Or worse, the teacher!"

Mom laughed and wrapped her arm around me, pulling me close. I did always have a tendency to chatter. "Ally, first of all, it's kindergarten. Kinder is German for kids. And second, you have nothing to worry about. You'll make new friends. Just show them your wonderful talent of music."

I pouted. "What talent? I'm not as good as you or daddy."

"Daddy taught you how to play piano and I'm teaching you how to write. You have plenty of talent Ally; you just have to show it. Be yourself."

I held her closer, burying my face in her blue, cotton sweater. "Mom, are you mad that I'm out here and not in bed?"

She chuckled and looked at me. "No. It's important that you see things from a different perspective sometimes …" She pointed at the multi-colored sky where the sun was rising. "See there? How often will you see something as amazing as that until you take the time to enjoy it."

I smiled again and looked at the sky. "It's very pretty. Maybe one day I'll write a song about it. I don't think I'm the best yet."

"You will be. I want to give you something …"

I jumped up and looked at her. "Really! Is it a present?"

"Sort of." She picked up a leather bound book by her side. I recognized it at once.

"Mom, its your songbook!" I took it and looked through all the pages, only to find they were empty. "Why are the pages empty?"

She gestured at the book. "I replaced them. You can change out the pages so you can always write. Be sure to record the date and keep the pages you've already written in."

I looked at her with wide eyes. "Are you sure mom? I mean you've had this book forever."

"I know …but it's your book now. Use it for writing songs or for a diary or both. Just be very precious with it."

I nodded my head. "Don't worry mom, I won't let anyone touch it except me. I'll make sure it's safe."

By this time, people were up and ready to leave for work and other things. What was once a tranquil morning was now hectic. Mom and I got up from the swing and into the house. She started making her famous omelette's, which had dad up in no time. I favored a jar of pickles instead. It had been my favorite food since I was two. Setting the book on the table, I tried to pry the jar open with both my hands. I saw my dad's hands inch towards the book, and I immediately snatched it, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't touch my book!"

A look of surprise came onto his face and he looked at my mother for an explanation. She giggled and set his omelette in front of him. "Lester, we've taught our daughter well …"

Later that day, I walked over to the Miami Mall and went to the mall pond that my mom showed me earlier that summer. My dad was at work, he worked in a big company, and my mom was busy shopping. I asked her if I could wait at the pond till she came back. From where I was sitting, I saw this big empty building attached to the mall. I think it was once a library. My eyes focused on the building until I heard a honk next to me. I turned around to find a goose next to me. The goose was always there from the moment I found the pond. I named him Pickles, after my favorite food. After talking to him for a little bit, I picked up my songbook and looked at the sky. Clouds were scattered everywhere. I loved pointing them out and seeing what shapes I could find. After a while I started singing mindless lyrics from a favorite song of mine. I'm glad I had music as a hobby, because as an only child it got pretty lonely. The lyrics seemed to flow through my brain faster than I could sing them.

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby.

I lie inside myself for hours.

And watch my purple sky fly over me…

I smiled in success. Maybe if there was a talent show someday, I could enter and sing that song. Mommy would be so proud. I felt eyes and me and turned around to see a boy my age. He was smiling and I suddenly felt myself blushing. He had jeans and a hoodie on, which I found weird because it was so hot out. Gathering up courage, I said hi.

"Hi. That was a good song. Did you make it?" He shifted back and forth on his feet. I had to admit, for a five year old he was pretty cute. Just as I was about to answer him, I felt a tug on my arm.

"C'mon sweetie, we have to go or you'll be late for ballet." My mom grabbed my hand and I obediently followed her. Not bothering to look back at the boy.

After ballet, I scampered back to my room and sat on my bed. I didn't even know why I was doing ballet; I was a horrible dancer. The only thing I seemed good at was music. I thought back about that boy today. I wonder if he liked music as much as I do. He left me not knowing his name or anything. It's hard to believe that I have kindergarten next week. I really hope people like me. I looked at my book next to me and thought to myself. I'll have no problem. As long as I have my music with me everything will be just fine.

Hello there! This is my first story on fanfiction so I hope it turns out well. This is basically Ally's life and memories through her book. I know she sounds pretty mature for being five but that's just how the story goes. The song lyrics are from Evanescence's song 'Imaginary'. I will upload once a week. Till next time! :)

- Evelyn