Chapter 1: Just Another dayToday was the same. Lonely, and quiet. I just sat there humming the latest song I had written. My eyes drifted over to my alarm clock. It read 4:56. And I was starving, so I headed down to the kitchen. Nothing looked good, so I just made myself a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. My mother usually makes dinner, but since it was a Sunday, she was working. My dad would be here, but he brought my 10 year old brother, Brian, sailing. And my sister is at a party. So, I was alone.
I brought my sandwich to my room and slammed the radio button. I began to hear Miranda Lambert belt out 'Mama's Broken Heart'. So I did too, since I was an undeniable country fan. "Go and fix your make-up, girl, it's just a breakup running. Hide your crazy and start acting like a lady. 'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart. But this ain't my mama's broken heart!" I sang out.
I finished my sandwich and turned off the radio. I picked up one of my own songs and began singing. (just so you know this really is my lyrics so please don't steal them!) "If I listened to every sad song the radio played, it still won't be enough to wash away the tears I'm crying," I began to sniffle back tears. "Don't do this, not now, Avalon!" I told myself. But I ended up crying anyway. He didn't deserve me, I thought. All he did was desert me.
I grabbed some paper and wrote that down while humming the new tune I had created to go with the words. "He didn't deserve me. All he did was desert me. And I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but his smell is still in my sheets. And he's gone. He was all along, he is gone. Never to return... to my arms." I sang. I sniffled and wiped my tears off of my face.
I was done crying and writing, so I placed my pen on the song sheet and pushed it back. Then, I smiled. But that smiled soon faded when I heard the front door open. "I'm home Avalon!!" My mom shouted. "And I got groceries on the way home. Avalon?"
"Here!" I called out as if she was calling attendance. "I'll be right down, mom!" I pulled on a sweatshirt, because it was chilly outside, which was unusual for mid-August. I ran down the stairs and straight out the door, headed toward the van. I tried to grab a plastic bag with two cartons of milk in it, but failed. I set it down and grabbed a less heavy bag.
My mom came back out. "You are out here in your bare feet, Avalon? It is 58 degrees out! And is it getting colder." She told me. "Mom, it isn't that cold. Plus, in Virginia, it doesn't get that cold in the summer. And, I love being barefoot." I lied. It was so cold, my still damp face was freezing up. I rushed inside to deliver the groceries when I saw a moving truck out the back window. I guess the house behind us was sold, but to who?