Chapter Twenty Five

Selena hung up the phone; she walked over to the bed and flopped down on it. She felt somewhat better after leaving the message. Like a weight had been lifted when in reality nothing had changed at all. She felt her self slowly nod off to sleep.

Christianna woke her up the next morning at 6am looking confused as she asked her why on earth she was in Marianna's old room.

She didn't have an answer for her. She didn't know. She felt as if it was where she wanted to be. "I'm going to go out early, but I WILL go to school. I just… I just need to clear my head ok?"

Christianna nodded and left. Selena got dressed quickly and showered even faster. She told her dad quickly where she was going and he didn't stop her. Like he actually cares!

She hopped the subway and headed to school. She knew the doors opened at 6:30 to the auditorium entrance. She entered the auditorium and remembered the scene she had thrown only the day before. She sat down at the piano that had been left on the stage from the Music Class held here last period. She didn't know what she was doing and let her senses guide her hands.

Before she knew it she found herself playing a song her sister listened to on one of her Hannah Montana CD's.

How come everything turn's out
Leaving me with more doubts
I feel like I'm upside down
And I don't wanna be here
I go right, should have gone left
And I say things I should have not said
Look at me in this big mess
I don't wanna be here

Everything I do
Is making me more confused.
Ohh, it used to be easy
All I had to be was me
Now I'm mixed up

Everywhere I go
Is somewhere that I don't know
Ohh, I hope that I'm dreaming cause I'm sick of this feeling
I'm mixed up
Somebody help me

(la, la, la, la, la)

Tell me how to fix this
I'd trade my world for one wish
To go back to my other life
Ohh, and get it right

Everything I do
Is making me more confused
Ohh, It used to be easy
All I had to be was me
Now I'm mixed up

Everywhere I go is
Somewhere that I don't know.
Ohh, I hope that I'm dreaming
Cause I'm sick of this feeling
I'm mixed up
Can somebody help me

To hold me
Tell me
Everything is gonna
Be okay
Cause today it feels like
I won't make it through the darkness
Don't know how to get out of this
I'm so mixed up
Somebody help me

(La, la, la)

Everything I do
Is making me more confused
Ohh, it used to be easy
All I had to be was me
I'm mixed up

Everywhere I go
Is somewhere that I don't know.
Ohh, I hope that I'm dreaming cause I'm sick of this feeling
I'm mixed up
somebody help me

somebody help me.

Man, you know it's bad when your connecting to a HANNAH MONTANA song! She thought to herself.

"Not bad" came a familiar voice behind her. Selena turned quickly and saw none other than her neighbor.

"Greggory? What are YOU doing here?" Selena asked shocked.

"I could ask you the same thing." She asked.

"I saw you leave and was NATURALLY curious!" he said.

Selena raised her eyebrows. "So you've taken the trade of stalking have you?"

He smiled. "I heard what happened. I mean why you flipped out yesterday. Ashley came to your defense after you left."

"Same old Ashley. What exactly did she say?" she asked.

"Does it matter?" he asked. He walked over to her piano bench and sat next to her on it. "I just wanted to say that, I know I can be a real jerk sometimes…"

"Sometimes?!"

"Ok, a lot. I just want you to know that I never really mean it and I'm sorry if I get out of hand on occasion. Like calling you criminal and throwing goo balloons into your room."

Selena laughed at the memory of when he had hit Mary with the balloon and how they had made her take them to school covered in goo. "Want to see something funny?" she asked as she pulled out her cell phone and showed him the picture she took of the goo-covered Mary.

"Is that your---"

"Yes." She replied.

"Did I do---"

"Oh yeah!" she smiled.

They laughed. Greggory's hand graced the keys. "I never was as good as you on this thing." He said. "But I know a little."

He began to play a song Selena knew well. The Ryan McAdam's song 'When Stars Go Blue'

"Come on Sel, help me out here."

She began to play along. Dancing where the stars go blue, Dancing where the evening fell. Dancing in my wooden shoes in a wedding gown…

Greggory joined in. Dancing down on 7th street, dancing through the underground. Dancing little marionette. Are You happy know?...

"No…"

"What?" he said stopping to look at her. "Did I mess up?"

"No… No I'm not happy." She admitted. "I don't think I have been in years. The last time I remember being happy was when I was back home."

"Wouldn't that just be a half hour ago?" he asked confused.

"Not that home… My REAL home." She replied.

"Oh yeah." He said. "I forgot you're not a full-fledged American. Londoner right?"

"Yeah." She said thinking, trying to remember her address. It had been a long time. "17…." She said remembering the number.

"17, 17… umm, 17 something lane… 17 something tree lane." She said trying to remember.

"Ha, 17 Cherry-Tree Lane!? He said jokingly.

Something clicked. "YES!" she said remembering. "I used to be Selena Abigail Banks of Number 17 Cherry-Tree Lane. I lived there with my Father Jeffery Simon-Banks and Mother Abigail Winifred Banks and my Grandmother Jane Emerald Banks." She recited, as she used to say when she introduced herself to somebody.

"Whoa, Disney much?" he said joking.

"Sorry Greggory, but I think I figured it out. I am Selena Abigail Banks of Number 17 Cherry-Tree Lane, but I haven't been that since we moved here to NY. I think I need to go back home."

"Home?!"

"To London!"

With that Selena ran out of the auditorium and back home. She needed to talk to her dad immediately.