I don't even care anymore lol i'm updating it but probably won't update for the next couple of days.
Chapter Ten
Dear Song Book,
The next day Austin and Trish picked me up for school and the car ride was a bit awkward because for a while I slipped back into my pattern. I ate less or not at all at lunch. Rarely talked, when a nod, shake, or facial expression didn't do the work. I didn't bring my book to school anymore and no one mentioned it.
I lied to Austin and said I overreacted but in my mind, I under reacted. I wanted to stand up and tell him off but I was embarrassed and ran away. I tend to do that with problems. I didn't mean to bring my group of friends down but after a while they talked more at lunch without feeling uncomfortable.
Things changed even though I wish they hadn't because Austin knows even more than he should and I bet he feels sorry for me. I didn't want him to look down on me and say things like 'we're here for you', 'you can talk to us', stuff like that.
Ugh.
- Ally Dawnson
"Ally?" My dad asked walking in my room.
"Dad, you're supposed to knock!" I yelled.
"Ally." He said seriously as I hugged my pillow tight and hid my book.
"What?" I asked politely.
"You're slipping back into the pattern." He said and I regretted using that phrase in my song journal.
"I'm not." I said back instantly.
"I'm going to be checking on you so no more locking the door." He said and I nodded.
"Fine. But please knock before you come in." I said and he nods too.
"Get ready for dinner." He said.
"I'm not hungry." I lie as my stomach growls a silent growl.
"You don't look too healthy, you're eating downstairs in a half hour with me and a few guests."
"Who?" I ask.
"Guests." He says living me alone in my room.
I throw a sweater on, put my hair in a ponytail, and a pair of old jeans. I didn't care.
I walked out to my balcony for some fresh air. I close my eyes and imagine how it would be to fly. The closets thing I've gotten to it was cliff diving. I take in a deep breath and walk back into my room, picking up the picture of my mother and me when I was in the 7th grade.
I grab my song book and write down more lyrics as I sing them. It flowed perfectly with the lyrics from my first entry.
"I miss you I miss your smile And I still shed a tear Every once in a while
And even though it's different now You're still here somehow My heart won't let you go And I need you to know
I miss you, sha la la la I miss you."
"Ally? Dinner's ready." He knocked.
"I'll be right down." I said.
"That was a beautiful song." He says quietly but I don't respond until I hear him leave down the stairs.
"Thanks, dad." I said wishing I could sing in front of him or anyone for that matter.
I walk downstairs to the dining room but stop when I hear people talking.
"Who the hell did my father invite?" I whisper and freeze when I recognize the voice.
"Thanks for having me and my sister over. You have a beautiful home." He said.
"Dad." I whined muttering to myself a little annoyed before taking a deep breath in and out and walking in.
"Hey." I said waving to both of them.
"Thought I should finally meet your friends." He smiled as we all sat down.
Few minutes later-
"I'm really trying to get a record deal and take a few classes at the University of Miami." Austin said.
"Really, wow that's great. Can you play any instruments or do you just sing?" He asked. The whole conversation was putting me on the verge of anxiety wondering if my dad would bring up anything of me I didn't want them knowing.
"Piano, drums, guitar, learning the violin too." He answered and my dad's eyes shot up.
"You should play us something. There's a piano in the living room." He said as everyone got up.
Few minutes Later-
"I've been working on learning Bruno Mar's 'When I was Your Man'." Austin said as he began to play.
Trish smiled watching her brother perform in front of us and Austin sang and was so lost in the song and I was lost in his voice, he was only performing in front of a few people but he gave a performance like his life was on the line. His voice was flawless, hitting every note perfectly and smoothly.
"I hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all of his hours When he has the chance
Take you to every party Cause I remember how much you loved to dance..."
I knew in that moment I will write a song just for him to sing. He had the perfect voice for the songs I write and swoons the crowd, making them all fall in love with his voice too.
Later-
"Dear Song Book,
The dinner started off a bit awkward but eventually I let my guard down a little and then my two friends and dad broke through it. Not all of it of course, but a good amount. I can already feel myself slipping back into place. I've written and finished the first song about missing my mom within a half hour! Before they left, Austin apologized for the book thing but I just smiled hoping he'd understand he doesn't have to apologize anymore. They're picking me up this Friday for a small bonfire. I feel closer to them and have opened up a little more than I did before.
-Ally Dawson."
SHIT WILL GO DOWN AT THE BONFIRE. Lol