The past week and a half had been even harder for Heather than when she had watched her mom laying there on the hospital bed, lifeless. Sure, Lilly was great, and her friends seemed like a lot of fun, but nothing was the same anymore. Every morning she woke up in a room that wasn't hers, and she went to a school where she knew no one except for Lilly and her friends. The only time that she felt that she fit in was in choir, or chorus as they called it. She hadn't made any friends there yet, but at least she didn't feel like such a freak while she was there.

That was where she was now—the chorus room. The place was deserted, surprisingly enough, but a grand piano rested in front of the risers while a guitar case lay beside it. Ever since she had entered the room, the guitar case had been calling her name, beckoning for her to use what lay inside. Now, Heather slowly began obeying the desire, creeping ever so slowly. Her hands touched the cold metal of the clasps and tentatively undid them. The case swung open, and the lid let out a loud creak that stopped Heather for a couple second before lifting the beautiful blue guitar out of the soft lining inside. Glancing around, she gently strummed, and was stunned to hear that it wa perfectly in tune. Once again checking for people passing by in the hallway, she brought the instrument over to the risers and sat down, placing it on her knee.

She gently strummed the strings and began to sing softly, increasing volume over time.

Here I am again by myself in this room

And I stare at the ceiling like the others

The door closed, the light off, the window open

The blinds shutter from the cold

Empty walls are all staring at me

While the faces in the frames look away

The rain kisses the screen, then shatters and falls

There's something familiar about that

I can't get away from myself

And I'm wondering where you are now

Seems like everyone else has the someone they need

And there's an odd number of people like me

But this can't be because I believe in something better than love



Here I am again by myself in this room

And there's no other place I can surface

My insides want out while the outside wants in

And the mirror's my window to the world

Pictures of dreams are the words

That I finally found tonight

If I could show them to you

Would you recognize the scene

I know that I may be lonely

But am I ever alone

Seems like everyone else has the someone they need

And there's an odd number of people like me

But this can't be because I believe in something better than love

Every part of me feels it's night

Alone to the tips of my fingers

But it all goes away when the sun comes up

So you'll never see this

Seems like everyone else has the someone they need

And there's an odd number of people like me

But this can't be because I believe in something better than love



As Heather sang the last note of the song, she immediately sensed people behind her, and she spun around nervously. There stood Lilly, Miley, and Oliver. Miley's and Oliver's haws were dropped, while Lilly looked as if she had just seen a ghost.

The moment was incredibly awkward until Miley broke the silence and said, "Did you write that song?"

Heather put the guitar back in its case and walked over to the trip ashamedly. "Yeah . . ." she answered.

"Oh my gosh, it was so good! You have to meet my dad and play it for him," Miley exclaimed excitedly.

Oliver then jumped in. "Yeah! I mean, you're even better than Hannah Montana!"

Heather wondered why Miley suddenly turned, and glaring at Oliver, muttered, "Better than Hannah Montana?"

As Oliver began inching away from Miley, Lilly spoke up and said, "You didn't tell me that you can play guitar ad sing."

"I didn't want anyone to know," Heather answered, avoiding her eyes.

"Anyway, we came here to tell you that Mom's here to pick us up," Lilly said, leading everyone outside.

Okay, so I finally put up the next chapter thanx to the reviews I got asking me to continue it. hopefully I can keep writing it since I have absolutely no clue what to do for the plot. The song Heather sang is "Untitled, Anonymous" by Everyday Sunday.