Monday, 12 March 2012

Almost there .--sneek peek


I wanted to be a singer. What a great way to start this story right? I bet almost everybody in this universe once thought of being a singer; some take it seriously while others didn’t.  It’s my dream. It has been the only thing going on my mind since at the age of nine. Now I’m 16. Sweet sixteen right?  If you guys look at this show, My Sweet Sixteen, it shows rich teenagers holding up a party with all those fancy stuff, dancing around like party animals packed around with boozes and celebrity rappers. Funny right, how the age of sixteen is so important to all teenagers, a symbol stating that they are old enough to do what they want to do.
My sweet sixteen, there is no need for ‘sweet’. When I’m sixteen, I’m going to be a singer. When I’m sixteen, I’m going all over to country and sing my very own song about my life. About what it is like to be someone who dream so high and achieving it. Maybe, that’s the problem; not all dreams come true.
My name is Scarlett Hart, a typical high school-er in Boston.  I don’t have my parents with me right now, nor will they ever be with me. They died, three years ago. I was foolish then, dreaming too much. I ran away, trying to be rebellious at the age of thirteen. They went searching for me, and I was well hidden underneath the bridge near my neighborhood area.  No one would think I would be hiding in such place, I was used to it. 400 dollars in my pocket and a pen knife.
I thought they would be happier with me gone, I was wrong. They were worried sick. And I was happier back then, without them going all protective over me. That day, I was wandering around in a CD store and they saw me. I wanted to get away from them as much as I could. So I ran, and that was the biggest mistake I ever made.  I crossed that road; it was busy in that evening. Dad called out for me, I made my ears deaf by closing them. And once I uncovered my ears, I heard one of the unforgettable sounds there was. A bus honking as much as it could and a woman's voice screaming.  It made my heart sank. I didn’t know whether they were o.k or it was something else. I stopped from running. I looked over my shoulders. Blood started to flow. An arm went motionless....

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