"To Ever Fall in Love"

Written by Bridgette Marie

I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.

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CHAPTER 2:

After three school periods, Melody and all the other 9th graders went to lunch. They were serving beef and bean burritos. "Grrr," Melody almost threw up once she smelled the Mexican scented food. She headed towards a table in a far corner of the cafeteria. Her head felt light and Melody felt as she might lose her balance, so she laid her head down in her arms and closed her eyes.

"Hey, erm, girl." A firm voice from a young lady spoke to the half- asleep Melody. Melody's eyes opened a sliver and she looked up. It was one of the girls in her homeroom class. The one who always had her arm raised with the black, long hair and a sassy smile. "You're sitting at the special educated table...come on." The girl offered Melody to sit with her and a few others girls that had been in the home room.

"I'm Summer," the black-haired girl introduced herself and smiled, seeming slightly annoyed. "This is Katie, Marta, Tomika, Alicia." Summer also introduced her friends and then added, "Oh, and another new girl down at the end, her name is Alex."

Alex looked slightly like your average punk; black hair with purple streaks was up in a high, spiky ponytail, her make-up consisted of only black eyeliner, purple eye shadow, and light mascara, and she had many braclets and wristbands on her arms. Alex wasn't ever all the way in the school uniform. Her sleeve of the white shirt had been cut off and she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt under the green uniform vest. And on her legs weren't socks, but white and black stockings that went past her knees. Plus, she had rings all the way up her left ear and five rings spread out on her right ear.

Alex looked up at Melody and stared. Her light blue eyes seemed to make Melody run, but Summer caught the staring.

"Oh, don't worry about Alex. She's just trying to scare you. But she's cool, she's School of Rock's back-up bass." Summer stated, sitting down by Katie, with her gray lunch box in her hand. Melody smiled weakly and sat across from Alex, who looked back down at her burrito and started poking it with a fork.

The other girls were gossiping while Melody and Alex were silent. It usually was someone who would start talking to Melody and she would follow- in with the conversation. But the other girls seemed to have no interest in Melody besides the fact that the had someone else sitting at their table.

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After the long lunch, Melody headed back to her locked to grab things for Science and Music. She reached locker 249, turned the lock many times before she eventually opened it, and grabbed two science books and a music book. Slamming her locker shut, she headed down the hall and then found the Music Room.

"Please, let this be a good class," Melody told herself under her breath. She opened the door and walked in silently. Finding a seat in the back, she looked up and saw an old lady with white hair and large glasses on. Melody raised her hand and suddenly the teacher's eyes grew big.

"Well, I didn't know we were expecting a new student! Why hello, child. May I ask of your name?" The woman was British by the sound of her accent. But Melody enjoyed her high spirit and petite-ness.

"I'm Melody...just call me Melody. I just recently moved here...to Horace Green. Yeah.." Her voice trailed off when everyone looked at her. She recognized many of their faces. Summer, Freddie, Marta, Tomika, Alicia, Katie, Alex, and some girls and boys who she didn't know of much.

The teacher cleared her throat and got the class's attention.

"Well, welcome to Horace Green, Melody! Hope you enjoy it here. I'm Mrs.Smith, your music teacher." The old woman gave a sweet smile and continued. "Do you play any instruments?" Melody's eyes widened...and she didn't answer.

Melody DID play instruments, but it was drums. And she didn't think that a classical music group wouldn't appreciate a drum player. But with all her wits, she blurted out what any nervous girl would.

"NoIdon't." And in seconds it was over with. Although Mrs.Smith wasn't very happy, Melody was happy with her answer.

"Well, percussion is easiest. Maybe Freddie and Frankie could show you some tips and things. Maybe get their numbers..." The teacher gave an awkward, old lady wink. Melody gulped and turned her head towards the back and saw Freddie with the cymbals in his hands and a chubby boy with a strap- on drum and drumsticks. They both had death glares toward her.

At that moment, Melody could of jumped out the second floor window and would of gladly died. She had already started to dislike Freddie and he felt the same way towards her. But me trying percussion, Melody thought, is something good...but bad when I'm trying it with guys who already fucking hate me. She stood up and lumbered her way towards the guy's corner of the room. Both boys were mumbling swear words under their breath. Melody really felt guilty.

While the teacher told the class to read the new music book, which Melody already received, the guys talked silently among themselves. With sharp ears, Melody listened to their whole conversation.

"Why do we have to have a stuck-up bitch for a pupil WE have to teach. Man, she should play something so we don't have to do anything but ignore her." Freddie complained to his friend, who nodded.

"Yeah, dude, did you see her exchange stares with Alex. Both lesbos..." Frankie said in his fake cool voice. Freddie looked both excited and pissed.

"First of all, I don't think she's a lesbian because Alex ain't but creeps the hell out of everyone. Second of all, I like lesbians and I don't like her. SO she ain't no les, Frank, get your head out of your sick world."

"It ain't sick..it's full of porno."

Melody groaned and thought to herself, Guys with raging hormones...greeeeat.

The two guys looked back at her. She was sitting in a chair with her knees against her chest, head resting on her knees, arms around her legs, and rocking back and forth. For a moment, Freddie felt sorry for her for no reason at all, but that was only a moment.
"Come on, kid. Wakey wakey..." Freddie joked, giving his friend a high- five. Melody's head went up and she stared at Freddie. Her green eyes seemed to grab into his insides and rip them up. Freddie twitched, and told Frankie that she had the same affect on his like Alex did. "Man, she's a total freak now," he mumbled. Melody's head went back down to her knees and she continued swaying back and forth.

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School never seemed to end. But fortunately, when Melody least expected it, it did. And she was free to walk out of the horrid school and go home. She hated it here so far. Everyone seemed to hate her guts as well as her appearance. She wanted to go to her HOMEtown, where she was born and where she lived most of her life. Where her parents got married and where they lived happily ever after. But that seemed only life a dream now.

FLASHBACK:

"How could you, Derrick?! I thought you loved me...and your daughter and son. But why did you do this?" A woman's voice cried, lips quivering. It was Melody's mother, and she was talking to Melody's father.

"I did — I still DO! You're just growing old and I need more in my sexual life." Derrick protested. He was packing things like clothes and accessories into a large suitcase.

"DERRICK! Give it up. You're such a player. If you really loved your family you wouldn't do this to us. Don't leave us, Derrick. Please!!" Her mother screamed, tears streaming down her face. Melody's dad didn't seem to be affected by this, but was getting annoyed.

Melody was 10 and her brother, John, was 15. They both had their ears up against their parents door and listened to the conversation. Melody wasn't crying, neither was her brother. But both seemed like their insides we're about to be thrown-up and slipped on by their father. The conversation continued.

"EMILY, I hate this life. I need more! I'm not a giver, I'm a fucking taker. If you would notice me more you would of known that. BUT NO! You tried to be so fine and act like a real mother and try to take care of your children, but you still have a husband. If you want them, you'll get rid of me."

"But I love you, Derrick! I don't want you to go. The kids are family, no one gets left behind. They mean everything to me!! So do you." Emily's words were hard to make-out. She was taking breathes, trying to calm herself down.

"DID YOU EVER TELL THE KIDS THEY WERE ADOPTED?!" Melody and John's father bellowed. Then it was silent. And the children moved away from the door and went into the living room, waiting for their dad to stomp out of the door. But they waited for moments. In dead silence.

SMACK. A loud noise came from the parent's room. "NOO," their mother screamed. SMACK again. An angry dad practically knocked down the room's door and stomped out of the house. Their mother was no where in sight.

"What just happened?" Melody asked, her voice shaking. Her eyes were teary, but she hadn't cried in years. She didn't want to break the record. John shrugged, almost in tears too. He got up from the couch and started walking into their mother's room. There lay their mom, on the bed, head and face bloody and a gun by her side.

END OF FLASHBACK

The children's mother wasn't dead. She wasn't shot. She had just be bashed over the head with a gun a couple of times and then went unconscious. And that's what had happened in Melody's past. Months later, everything was fine until their mom announced that they had to move. John didn't want to. He didn't want to leave his girlfriend that he truly loved. Melody didn't want to leave her friends, she loved them like sisters.

"Don't ever tell anyone you love them," Their mother had said. And they moved. They travel across 8 states and lived in Georgia.

John was 17 when he grew mad from not seeing his girlfriend for so long. And one day he went suicide and it was then only Melody and her mom.

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Woooooow, long chapter. I'm so extra proud of myself. WOW! I loved it.