Post by xx CariDee on Mar 31, 2007 9:32:12 GMT -5
...I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me
Cold, dark and completely empty. Many found this large dark wood floor a frightening sight when no one was with them and the lights were shut off. Yet just for the calm sounds of her wedge shoes against the floor the blond smiled. Her rose lips opened slightly as she carefully placed a baby carrier on the floor. The small 2 month old baby was premature and a total accident yet she loved her with all he heart. Since the trauma of finding out she was pregnant her parents had pushed her out forcing the young teen to move into Dendrum. She wasn't the usual person to see around here with a child attached to her 24/7.
Since finding out about Rothud this teen had wished to go but knew it was long hours and children were possibly a turn away and so her dreams were shattered. The art she had - singing - was the only thing that she shared in common with those in the posh preforming arts school and then again they would have been taught how to sing while Fran had just had to learn herself. She walked up to the platform that she had witnessed many assembly's and the greatly unsuccessful plays.
Standing on the stage was her dream to sing in front of millions. There was a microphone without a lead at the corner of the stage, sheepishly she took it. She took a white iPod out of her pocket and pressed play and sung along in a rather good voice, flat in places and a bit out of tune at the end, but an OK performance. The hardly audible music died down and was paused as she sat at the edge of the stage enjoying the peace and quiet while her child slept. It didn't last long. The wailing cries of the baby echoed in the hall she she rushed over and picked her out of the yellow carrier, rocking her as she walked around.
"It's okay. Shush-Shush-Shush. Your okay Mel, my little Melanie..."
The cooing soothed the baby quickly and she was quickly showing a toothless smile.
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