The Angel's Maggie- I'm glad that you took me seriously, because most people didn't! I really do get some of this stuff from my life. Jayden is based on someone who I really do like and is my... kind of teacher, and Josh is a little bit like my boyfriend, but kind of stupid.
Maluruloki- I don't know if she will kiss Jayden, but just you wait, it will heat up for sure!
India Pyro- Are you a new reader! Yay!
Emma-J-Riddle- I think that you will get your answer in the next couple of chapters, but I am not sure.
Gerry ISU Chick04- NOOOOO! I want cookies! Hehehehehehehe.
Maska- Wait for it...wait for it! You know I'm not a great R/C supporter!
Keeper Music Night- I don't really speak french, I speak horrid spanish! My friend who speaks french told me that was how to say it...
Enjoy all!
Chapter 20- "I wish for your happiness"
Annie looked down at her arm, as she drove home. A large bluish-purple bruise was forming on her bicep. She could see the outline of Hayden's fingers on her arm, which was throbbing hotly. She wasn't paying much, and she didn't stop for anything. She just wanted to get home.
When she arrived, her grandparents were sitting on the couch in the living room reading. Her grandpa looked up from his newspaper to say hello, and asked how her day was. She replied that she didn't want to talk about it, and that she needed to do a lot of homework, so to please not disturb her.
She went upstairs and considered calling Jenna and asking her view on the matter, however she knew that Jenna would probably tell her to alert the police of not only Hayden's behavior, but her dad's ghost. There was no way that Jenna would believe that her dead father was speaking to her. She decided instead to try a little homework and when that failed, she crawled into bed at 8:30.
Later, when all was dark, and the house was still, Annie awoke, because she thought she heard someone crying. The moaning seemed to be coming from outside the window. Annie glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It read 2:38 am. She got out of bed and walked, guardedly over to the glass. She didn't see anything outside, so she opened the window, and stuck her head out. Her lawn was about fifteen feet bellow her. No one was out there, so she turned to go back to bed.
"Annie…" Whispered the dark and haunted voice from earlier in the auditorium from nowhere.
"Père?" Annie said, a little too loudly, and then paused listening to the darkness.
"My child… I wish for your happiness!" The voice said, and she began to cry again, sitting on the floor.
"I cannot see how…" She murmured through her tears.
"I wish for your progression." He said, and Annie could almost feel his hands on her shoulders, and so she touched them, disappointed to find it empty. "I wish for you to live up to your full potential!"
"How père?"
"You must find a teacher." He said, and Annie shivered. "You must find someone to help you to continue with the lessons I began so many years ago. I need you to train in a way that would make you become the singer I know is in there somewhere."
"But père…"
"I love you, ladybug…"
"No papa, don't go!"
"I love you…" He repeated and left Annie sitting in her room, crying alone on the floor.
Annie knew what she had to do. Josh would be angry, but if she remembered correctly, she was bellow him, and so, with resolve she decided she didn't care what Josh thought. Her father had called to her, and she knew she must find a teacher. Only one person would do, and she might have trouble setting her head to learning when he was her teacher.
Oh! Do you all know who she is going to get lessons from! Like I'm not being obvious or something... Wow, I'm a dork!