"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.
SIDE NOTE: I haven't written anything in the last month. Pickle. SO, I'll try to make this chapter really long. Later...leave feedback.
CHAPTER 10: Seven/Eleven House
"Hey, um, doll?" A woman's Jersey-accent voice asked the half-conscious Melody. Melody opened her eyes a sliver and saw, with the streetlight's shine, a woman in her early twenty's with tight red curls and emerald green eyes. The woman wore a green and white striped fitted tee, tight jeans, and bright blue flip-flops. She shook her hair out of her eyes, making her silver loop earrings dangle and asked, "You awake?"
Melody shook her head from her drowsiness, pulled down her hood, and stood up. She lead out a quiet "yes" and stood there. Mel didn't know what to do. She didn't feel like going over to Alex's and sleeping. And she didn't have any money for any motels around here. So the brunette stood in silence, staring down at the pavement leading to the glass door.
"You gonna go home, chick?" The redhead asked impatiently. Melody didn't answer, but look up at the small store/market in fake interest.
The place seemed to have a slanted roof with gray and white shingles plastered on it, like a house roof. It was the first Seven/Eleven Mel had ever seen with shingles. She then noticed the store was quite taller and larger than usual ones. Her curiosity made her exchange a confused look over at the woman.
"If you must know, hun, it's two stories." The redhead told her in a pained and irritated tone. "My dad, who's dead by the way, made this with two stories. Since he was poor and all and couldn't by his damn fam' a house or even apartment. So he made this. Yup," she sighed sarcastically, but Mel could see she was trying to look brave, "he's dead. So is my mum. But, I mean, my broth'r and adopted sist'r still lives. He's upstairs right now. Oh, and I live here too, ya know? I was just coming to see who was banging on the door."
"Er, sorry 'bout that." Melody said sheepishly. She smiled weakly and stared back down at the ground.
The redhead let out an annoyed grunt and asked behind gritted teeth, "Aren't you suppose to be home? You seem under 18," she glanced at her silver watch dangling on her wrist, "and you're 48 minutes past curfew 'round here. You going to go home or what?"
Melody let out a muffled "tsk" from behind her hands in her hoodie. She nodded sympathetically and walked around the woman, heading for the dark street road. Seconds later she heard a sorry "ugh" from behind her.
"Come back her, child!" The redhead commanded in frustration. Melody stopped for a second and smiled to herself. She wiped the smile away and turned around, heading back to the Seven/Eleven. "Where do you live? I can drive you there in 'few minutes," the redhead suggested.
"Right now, I don't really live with anyone. My neighbors have custody of me, but their daughter's a screwn-up whore who thinks the world is revolving around her. So I don't want to go there." Melody said. Her face grew hot from anger, but she kept her tone down to normal.
"So you don't have any place to live right now, do ya?" The redhead asked with sarcastic interest. Melody nodded and smiled weakly.
The woman's temper seemed to of cooled down. She seemed a bit softer and sweeter. There were minutes of silence. Both girls were standing outside the store, staring through it's glass door; the place still had it's lights on. Melody then noticed the redhead's reflection; the woman now had a total dreamy look on her face. Mel turned to look at her and the lady who then blinked and smiled down at the brunette.
"I bet you could do some work 'round here, you know?" The redhead suggested with a cheery tone in her voice. "I mean, Matt and Savanna help around. But this is a pretty good sized place and," she smiled slyly, "there's an extra bedroom upstairs. It could be yours, child."
Melody gaped in total happiness. "Are you kidding? Oh my gosh, I'd love to live here!" Melody wrapped her arms around the redhead and gave her a tight bear-hug. When she released her grip, the woman was slightly gasping for air. Melody winced, but then continued, "I'll do extra work, ma'am. I'll do anything!"
"Okay then, kid. It's yours. Just, please, no more hugs." The woman shuddered as Mel was about to squeeze her into another hug. Melody blushed, nodded in understanding, and retreated. "Oh and please call me Annie, no ma'am...it makes me sound so old." The redhead nodded
"OH, I forgot to introduce myself too." Melody put out a hand, which was a sign for Annie to shake it, "I'm Melody. Just call me Mel." But Annie didn't shake it, she just nodded and stared walking to the back of the store. Melody followed her in silence.
"We'll get your things in the mornin', kid. Your room is pretty big enough for like...something big. There's already a full-size bed, vanity-like-table thing, a closet with a dresser inside it, and a bedside table. It's a 30 by 40-something foot bedroom. You got something like a mini trampoline or somethin'?" Annie asked, pulling afew keys from her pocket that jingled as she unlocked the back door.
"Erm, no, actually I'm afraid of trampolines." Melody let out a feeble laugh, then continued. "I have a drumset that's taken apart right now. At my neighbors house. It hasn't been up since my mum died...like a month ago." Melody then became silent and cut off that subject, and Annie got the clue.
"Matt has a bass guitar in his room. Savanna and me share a master bedroom. Umm," she pulled the door opened and let Melody in. Then shut it quietly and continued, "Our kitchen and living and bathroom is downstairs." She lead Melody down a set of stairs from behind a door at the back of the store. "Which is nice and cozy, unlike most other basements." She added as she noticed the slightly worried expression on Mel's face.
Both ladies headed into a kitchen, which seemed to have been themed with black and white. Then Annie lead Mel into a room, supposed to be the living it. It contained a peach theme with an Oakwood coffee table between a television and a tan couch, and a Oakwood desk that had a nice size computer on it. There were no windows in the room, but a ceiling light that had a fan with it and also a tan light in the corner of the room by the computer gave off a bright shine. Melody saw that the television was set to VH1, but she saw no one watching it.
"Do you want me to...?" Mel started quietly, nodding over to the television. Annie shook her head and the clapped her hands loudly. There was a girlish squeal from in front of the couch and then a young man's voice whispering, "Shut-up, you twit!" Annie smirked down at Melody and walked over to the couch.
"I though you two would still be up...watching television I see?" Annie asked over the couch, staring down at what seemed to be the cushions. Then Melody saw an Asian-looking girl with waste length black hair and brown eyes stand up with a guilty expression across her face. She was staring up at Annie and then glanced over at Melody in utter confusion. Then a guy's head popped up from in front of the couch also. He looked more like Annie, with the emerald green eyes and bright red hair that was flared out in different directions.
"A-HEM!" Annie cleared her throat and the two of them looked back at her. "This is Melody," she beckoned Mel to walk over to them. Melody took quiet steps toward them, watching her torn pants slightly drag on the floor. She then looked up at Annie and smiled weakly. "This is Matt, who's 16," —the boy corrected her and said 17— "and that's Savanna, who's turning 10 next month." Both the kids nodded and grimaced at their older sister as Melody continued to stare at the ground.
"WELL!" Annie growled impatiently, making all of them jump slightly. "Savanna, please show Mel the phone so she can call her former guardians." Melody gawked in horror as the little girl headed out of the room, pulling Mel by her wrist. As soon as Matt heard footsteps above him, he let out a noise between a snort and a terrified mouse squeak.
"Who, may I ask, was that?" Matt asked, his green eyes turning slighter darker. He ripped off the blanket her had be covered-up with, revealing the same large hoodie Melody had been wearing. It had 'DC' printed on it in white letters and a large pocket on the front of it. He stood up and showed her. Annie blurt out a tight laugh and turned bright pink.
"So, you two have the same style? What do ya call it? Erm, skater?" Annie tried to hold in another laugh, having to cover her mouth with her hand.
"Whatever, Ann. You just picked her up off the street? Like she was a stray cat or somethin'?" Matt wondered with a pure wicked tone in his voice.
Melody had just got off the phone with Alex's father, and she told him she'd give him the key to their house and that she'd pack on stuff in the morning. Him and his wife understood completely, but Alex had a fit over her. While she was on the phone, she could hear Alex screaming swear words at Mel from two rooms away. After Mel hung up, she looked down at Savanna.
They were both behind the counter of the store. The lights were still on but there was a sign in the window that said CLOSED on it. Melody uttered a stupid and faint laugh and thought, 'I didn't see that...'
Savanna then suddenly laid down on the floor, when she heard Matt and Annie talking. The 10 year-old let out a sigh and stood back up, "Matt doesn't seem to like you. I don't know why, you seem pretty cool." She grabbed Melody's hand and headed back to the basement. Both girls stopped in the kitchen to listen to Matt's and Annie's conversation.
"I didn't just pick her up off the street, Matt! I know who she is. Your cousin, Marta, they're in School of Rock together. Remember what Marta said 'bout her?" Annie sounded really sympathetic. There was silence and then Matt shook his head. "Her dad left her and her brother and mom when she was younger. Then her brother went suicide. Then her mom just died! Now she lives with her neighbors...she needs to get away from everything and just live life."
"Too bad you're saying that for her, Miss Generous! I'm really surprised you ain't going to sound so sympathetic for our side of our life story! LORD! I don't give a damn if a stray cat lives in our so called home. But you better stray some Flea-Be-Gone on that cat or she's outta here!" Matt turned off the t.v. and then started to head for the kitchen and Savanna pulled Melody into a door, closing it quietly behind her. It was the bathroom; it's theme was like the kitchen, black and white.
After a few minutes, the two girls heard Annie head through the kitchen after Matt. "It's safe," Savanna said with a hint of shame in her voice. She pushed the bathroom door open and tip-toed into the living room, with Melody behind her. Both girls sat on the couch, staring at the blank television. Melody leaned up against the arm rest and blinked over at Savanna.
"They've been like that — fighting, I mean." Savanna broke the silence.
"Ever since our dad left us, 2 years ago. Since Annie was 21, he told her that she could raise her siblings. He was just too stressed with three kids and not much money. He gave us his old banking account, which had about $7,000 in it. And when I was only two, our mom moved out because her and dad got a divorce. Yeah. Both Ann and Matt have really bad tempers. But, they're always that bad though."
Melody nodded in understanding and felt like she was going to fit in here. She even thought of the place as "home" already. She reached for the t.v. remote and turned it back on to VH1. They were showing alternative music videos. In moments, both of the girls had fallen asleep on the couch with the music video "Last Train Home" by Lost Prophets.
Melody woke up to someone shaking her arm and forcing her to wake up. Mel opened her eyes and saw Savanna staring down at her behind blue framed glasses. Savanna blinked and gave Mel a grimacing look. "Get up," was all Savanna said before she swept into the kitchen and leaped up the stairs.
Melody didn't know what was going on. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to catch her balance when she stood. She started around the living room and remembered why she was here. Mel smiled weakly to herself and started towards the black and white kitchen. That's when she saw Matt was sitting at the computer chair, watching her with no interest. She shuddered and continued to the floor above her.
"Your neighbor called, the dad. They said that they're awake and that Alex cleaned you old room for you." Annie said at once when Melody came from the basement. Mel grew slightly pink, feeling slightly guilty that Alex had cleaned her messy room. But she gulped quietly and nodded. "I'll drive you there in a few minutes, once Matt comes up here," Annie continued. She walked over to the basement door, and opened it, "MA — oh, run the store while I take her to get her things." Matt and Annie had almost walked into each other when Ann was going to call down to him.
Matt nodded sulkily and glanced over at Melody with much dislike. "Flea spray," he muttered under his breath. Melody pulled up her hood casually like she heard nothing. Then Annie lead the way out of the store, leaving Savanna standing behind the counter by a slushie machine, which was making a squirting noise and Matt by the cash register.
Melody hurriedly grabbed her black duffle bag and packed all her clothes, accessories, and CDs. She plopped it down on her bed. She then went over to her broken-up drum set, that was in a large box, and set that steadily on her bed. The last things she grabbed was her pillow, a picture frame with her and the band, and a pair of Converses that were black and white.
Annie was waiting in the door way, flipping her hair over her shoulder impatiently every now and then. Once she saw that Melody was ready, she lifted the large box and followed Melody who had everything else. They went down a flight of stairs and then through the entrance room and then out to the front yard. They packed the luggage into the trunk of Annie's SUV.
"Visit some time, Mel. Okay? We could get..." Alex's father started, but Alex cut him off by a deadly look. He then just waved Melody good-bye.
"Come on, Mel. I'll show you your room upstairs." Savanna said, carrying Melody's duffle bag, shoes, picture frame, and pillow while Melody heaved the box up a pair of stairs she hadn't encountered yet. They led up to a hallway with 4 doors. Savanna walked all the way to the last one and kicked it open with little force.
The room seemed like it was in good shape. The walls were painted white and the carpet was a deep red. In one corner of the room was a full size bed with white covers and a matching pillow. Beside the bed was a black table with a lamp on it. Beside that was a dresser. And in another corner was a vanity-thing that was beside a door, which was supposed to lead to the closet. There was a shelf, above the vanity, that held up a 25 by 25 inch television. Beside it, on the shelf, was a radio/CD player/And finally, there was one free corner for Melody's drumset.
"Damn, I mean dang," Melody said, seeing the look that Savanna gave her, "this is the biggest room I've EVER had. It's, um, nice. Really." Her amazement didn't seem to change anything. She set the drum set box in the open corner and just told Savanna to see the stuff on the bed.
"I'm going to go help downstairs. Make yourself home," Savanna said as she left the room.
Melody unloaded her clothes and stuffed them in the small dresser. She then put her make-up and hair accessories in the vanity drawers. All of her CDs were put in a draw in the bedside table. And her picture of the School of Rock was set on the bedside table also. Mel stuffed the duffle bag under the bed and looked around the room. She smiled and headed downstairs to see what she could do to earn money.
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.
SIDE NOTE: I haven't written anything in the last month. Pickle. SO, I'll try to make this chapter really long. Later...leave feedback.
CHAPTER 10: Seven/Eleven House
"Hey, um, doll?" A woman's Jersey-accent voice asked the half-conscious Melody. Melody opened her eyes a sliver and saw, with the streetlight's shine, a woman in her early twenty's with tight red curls and emerald green eyes. The woman wore a green and white striped fitted tee, tight jeans, and bright blue flip-flops. She shook her hair out of her eyes, making her silver loop earrings dangle and asked, "You awake?"
Melody shook her head from her drowsiness, pulled down her hood, and stood up. She lead out a quiet "yes" and stood there. Mel didn't know what to do. She didn't feel like going over to Alex's and sleeping. And she didn't have any money for any motels around here. So the brunette stood in silence, staring down at the pavement leading to the glass door.
"You gonna go home, chick?" The redhead asked impatiently. Melody didn't answer, but look up at the small store/market in fake interest.
The place seemed to have a slanted roof with gray and white shingles plastered on it, like a house roof. It was the first Seven/Eleven Mel had ever seen with shingles. She then noticed the store was quite taller and larger than usual ones. Her curiosity made her exchange a confused look over at the woman.
"If you must know, hun, it's two stories." The redhead told her in a pained and irritated tone. "My dad, who's dead by the way, made this with two stories. Since he was poor and all and couldn't by his damn fam' a house or even apartment. So he made this. Yup," she sighed sarcastically, but Mel could see she was trying to look brave, "he's dead. So is my mum. But, I mean, my broth'r and adopted sist'r still lives. He's upstairs right now. Oh, and I live here too, ya know? I was just coming to see who was banging on the door."
"Er, sorry 'bout that." Melody said sheepishly. She smiled weakly and stared back down at the ground.
The redhead let out an annoyed grunt and asked behind gritted teeth, "Aren't you suppose to be home? You seem under 18," she glanced at her silver watch dangling on her wrist, "and you're 48 minutes past curfew 'round here. You going to go home or what?"
Melody let out a muffled "tsk" from behind her hands in her hoodie. She nodded sympathetically and walked around the woman, heading for the dark street road. Seconds later she heard a sorry "ugh" from behind her.
"Come back her, child!" The redhead commanded in frustration. Melody stopped for a second and smiled to herself. She wiped the smile away and turned around, heading back to the Seven/Eleven. "Where do you live? I can drive you there in 'few minutes," the redhead suggested.
"Right now, I don't really live with anyone. My neighbors have custody of me, but their daughter's a screwn-up whore who thinks the world is revolving around her. So I don't want to go there." Melody said. Her face grew hot from anger, but she kept her tone down to normal.
"So you don't have any place to live right now, do ya?" The redhead asked with sarcastic interest. Melody nodded and smiled weakly.
The woman's temper seemed to of cooled down. She seemed a bit softer and sweeter. There were minutes of silence. Both girls were standing outside the store, staring through it's glass door; the place still had it's lights on. Melody then noticed the redhead's reflection; the woman now had a total dreamy look on her face. Mel turned to look at her and the lady who then blinked and smiled down at the brunette.
"I bet you could do some work 'round here, you know?" The redhead suggested with a cheery tone in her voice. "I mean, Matt and Savanna help around. But this is a pretty good sized place and," she smiled slyly, "there's an extra bedroom upstairs. It could be yours, child."
Melody gaped in total happiness. "Are you kidding? Oh my gosh, I'd love to live here!" Melody wrapped her arms around the redhead and gave her a tight bear-hug. When she released her grip, the woman was slightly gasping for air. Melody winced, but then continued, "I'll do extra work, ma'am. I'll do anything!"
"Okay then, kid. It's yours. Just, please, no more hugs." The woman shuddered as Mel was about to squeeze her into another hug. Melody blushed, nodded in understanding, and retreated. "Oh and please call me Annie, no ma'am...it makes me sound so old." The redhead nodded
"OH, I forgot to introduce myself too." Melody put out a hand, which was a sign for Annie to shake it, "I'm Melody. Just call me Mel." But Annie didn't shake it, she just nodded and stared walking to the back of the store. Melody followed her in silence.
"We'll get your things in the mornin', kid. Your room is pretty big enough for like...something big. There's already a full-size bed, vanity-like-table thing, a closet with a dresser inside it, and a bedside table. It's a 30 by 40-something foot bedroom. You got something like a mini trampoline or somethin'?" Annie asked, pulling afew keys from her pocket that jingled as she unlocked the back door.
"Erm, no, actually I'm afraid of trampolines." Melody let out a feeble laugh, then continued. "I have a drumset that's taken apart right now. At my neighbors house. It hasn't been up since my mum died...like a month ago." Melody then became silent and cut off that subject, and Annie got the clue.
"Matt has a bass guitar in his room. Savanna and me share a master bedroom. Umm," she pulled the door opened and let Melody in. Then shut it quietly and continued, "Our kitchen and living and bathroom is downstairs." She lead Melody down a set of stairs from behind a door at the back of the store. "Which is nice and cozy, unlike most other basements." She added as she noticed the slightly worried expression on Mel's face.
Both ladies headed into a kitchen, which seemed to have been themed with black and white. Then Annie lead Mel into a room, supposed to be the living it. It contained a peach theme with an Oakwood coffee table between a television and a tan couch, and a Oakwood desk that had a nice size computer on it. There were no windows in the room, but a ceiling light that had a fan with it and also a tan light in the corner of the room by the computer gave off a bright shine. Melody saw that the television was set to VH1, but she saw no one watching it.
"Do you want me to...?" Mel started quietly, nodding over to the television. Annie shook her head and the clapped her hands loudly. There was a girlish squeal from in front of the couch and then a young man's voice whispering, "Shut-up, you twit!" Annie smirked down at Melody and walked over to the couch.
"I though you two would still be up...watching television I see?" Annie asked over the couch, staring down at what seemed to be the cushions. Then Melody saw an Asian-looking girl with waste length black hair and brown eyes stand up with a guilty expression across her face. She was staring up at Annie and then glanced over at Melody in utter confusion. Then a guy's head popped up from in front of the couch also. He looked more like Annie, with the emerald green eyes and bright red hair that was flared out in different directions.
"A-HEM!" Annie cleared her throat and the two of them looked back at her. "This is Melody," she beckoned Mel to walk over to them. Melody took quiet steps toward them, watching her torn pants slightly drag on the floor. She then looked up at Annie and smiled weakly. "This is Matt, who's 16," —the boy corrected her and said 17— "and that's Savanna, who's turning 10 next month." Both the kids nodded and grimaced at their older sister as Melody continued to stare at the ground.
"WELL!" Annie growled impatiently, making all of them jump slightly. "Savanna, please show Mel the phone so she can call her former guardians." Melody gawked in horror as the little girl headed out of the room, pulling Mel by her wrist. As soon as Matt heard footsteps above him, he let out a noise between a snort and a terrified mouse squeak.
"Who, may I ask, was that?" Matt asked, his green eyes turning slighter darker. He ripped off the blanket her had be covered-up with, revealing the same large hoodie Melody had been wearing. It had 'DC' printed on it in white letters and a large pocket on the front of it. He stood up and showed her. Annie blurt out a tight laugh and turned bright pink.
"So, you two have the same style? What do ya call it? Erm, skater?" Annie tried to hold in another laugh, having to cover her mouth with her hand.
"Whatever, Ann. You just picked her up off the street? Like she was a stray cat or somethin'?" Matt wondered with a pure wicked tone in his voice.
Melody had just got off the phone with Alex's father, and she told him she'd give him the key to their house and that she'd pack on stuff in the morning. Him and his wife understood completely, but Alex had a fit over her. While she was on the phone, she could hear Alex screaming swear words at Mel from two rooms away. After Mel hung up, she looked down at Savanna.
They were both behind the counter of the store. The lights were still on but there was a sign in the window that said CLOSED on it. Melody uttered a stupid and faint laugh and thought, 'I didn't see that...'
Savanna then suddenly laid down on the floor, when she heard Matt and Annie talking. The 10 year-old let out a sigh and stood back up, "Matt doesn't seem to like you. I don't know why, you seem pretty cool." She grabbed Melody's hand and headed back to the basement. Both girls stopped in the kitchen to listen to Matt's and Annie's conversation.
"I didn't just pick her up off the street, Matt! I know who she is. Your cousin, Marta, they're in School of Rock together. Remember what Marta said 'bout her?" Annie sounded really sympathetic. There was silence and then Matt shook his head. "Her dad left her and her brother and mom when she was younger. Then her brother went suicide. Then her mom just died! Now she lives with her neighbors...she needs to get away from everything and just live life."
"Too bad you're saying that for her, Miss Generous! I'm really surprised you ain't going to sound so sympathetic for our side of our life story! LORD! I don't give a damn if a stray cat lives in our so called home. But you better stray some Flea-Be-Gone on that cat or she's outta here!" Matt turned off the t.v. and then started to head for the kitchen and Savanna pulled Melody into a door, closing it quietly behind her. It was the bathroom; it's theme was like the kitchen, black and white.
After a few minutes, the two girls heard Annie head through the kitchen after Matt. "It's safe," Savanna said with a hint of shame in her voice. She pushed the bathroom door open and tip-toed into the living room, with Melody behind her. Both girls sat on the couch, staring at the blank television. Melody leaned up against the arm rest and blinked over at Savanna.
"They've been like that — fighting, I mean." Savanna broke the silence.
"Ever since our dad left us, 2 years ago. Since Annie was 21, he told her that she could raise her siblings. He was just too stressed with three kids and not much money. He gave us his old banking account, which had about $7,000 in it. And when I was only two, our mom moved out because her and dad got a divorce. Yeah. Both Ann and Matt have really bad tempers. But, they're always that bad though."
Melody nodded in understanding and felt like she was going to fit in here. She even thought of the place as "home" already. She reached for the t.v. remote and turned it back on to VH1. They were showing alternative music videos. In moments, both of the girls had fallen asleep on the couch with the music video "Last Train Home" by Lost Prophets.
Melody woke up to someone shaking her arm and forcing her to wake up. Mel opened her eyes and saw Savanna staring down at her behind blue framed glasses. Savanna blinked and gave Mel a grimacing look. "Get up," was all Savanna said before she swept into the kitchen and leaped up the stairs.
Melody didn't know what was going on. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to catch her balance when she stood. She started around the living room and remembered why she was here. Mel smiled weakly to herself and started towards the black and white kitchen. That's when she saw Matt was sitting at the computer chair, watching her with no interest. She shuddered and continued to the floor above her.
"Your neighbor called, the dad. They said that they're awake and that Alex cleaned you old room for you." Annie said at once when Melody came from the basement. Mel grew slightly pink, feeling slightly guilty that Alex had cleaned her messy room. But she gulped quietly and nodded. "I'll drive you there in a few minutes, once Matt comes up here," Annie continued. She walked over to the basement door, and opened it, "MA — oh, run the store while I take her to get her things." Matt and Annie had almost walked into each other when Ann was going to call down to him.
Matt nodded sulkily and glanced over at Melody with much dislike. "Flea spray," he muttered under his breath. Melody pulled up her hood casually like she heard nothing. Then Annie lead the way out of the store, leaving Savanna standing behind the counter by a slushie machine, which was making a squirting noise and Matt by the cash register.
Melody hurriedly grabbed her black duffle bag and packed all her clothes, accessories, and CDs. She plopped it down on her bed. She then went over to her broken-up drum set, that was in a large box, and set that steadily on her bed. The last things she grabbed was her pillow, a picture frame with her and the band, and a pair of Converses that were black and white.
Annie was waiting in the door way, flipping her hair over her shoulder impatiently every now and then. Once she saw that Melody was ready, she lifted the large box and followed Melody who had everything else. They went down a flight of stairs and then through the entrance room and then out to the front yard. They packed the luggage into the trunk of Annie's SUV.
"Visit some time, Mel. Okay? We could get..." Alex's father started, but Alex cut him off by a deadly look. He then just waved Melody good-bye.
"Come on, Mel. I'll show you your room upstairs." Savanna said, carrying Melody's duffle bag, shoes, picture frame, and pillow while Melody heaved the box up a pair of stairs she hadn't encountered yet. They led up to a hallway with 4 doors. Savanna walked all the way to the last one and kicked it open with little force.
The room seemed like it was in good shape. The walls were painted white and the carpet was a deep red. In one corner of the room was a full size bed with white covers and a matching pillow. Beside the bed was a black table with a lamp on it. Beside that was a dresser. And in another corner was a vanity-thing that was beside a door, which was supposed to lead to the closet. There was a shelf, above the vanity, that held up a 25 by 25 inch television. Beside it, on the shelf, was a radio/CD player/And finally, there was one free corner for Melody's drumset.
"Damn, I mean dang," Melody said, seeing the look that Savanna gave her, "this is the biggest room I've EVER had. It's, um, nice. Really." Her amazement didn't seem to change anything. She set the drum set box in the open corner and just told Savanna to see the stuff on the bed.
"I'm going to go help downstairs. Make yourself home," Savanna said as she left the room.
Melody unloaded her clothes and stuffed them in the small dresser. She then put her make-up and hair accessories in the vanity drawers. All of her CDs were put in a draw in the bedside table. And her picture of the School of Rock was set on the bedside table also. Mel stuffed the duffle bag under the bed and looked around the room. She smiled and headed downstairs to see what she could do to earn money.