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[grandeslove]

Happy Birthday sweet!! xx

thank you beautiful! xx

[winwinfinite]

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[winwinfinite]

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[danstallywacker]

brb dying at Maddy's spam

[danstallywacker]

MADDY; OH I'M READY FOR THE SPAM OF HOT BOYS! BRING IT ONNNN!

[danstallywacker]

Everybody Needs Love; Chapter 1

A/N; so as its Chapter 1 i know its bad alright and this chapter is only 2 POV's but the next chapter which will e up later tonight will be the rest of the POV's so i'm sorry and then from Chapter 3 onwards its gonna be one POV each chapter so that way its easier to set the story and yeah. sorry for any confusion ok la byee, much love - becca<3

Chapter 1;

‘Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.’

Leila POV;

As soon as the bell rang signifying lunch, while everyone ran to the canteen to order them lunch, I ran towards the music room to spend my lunch how I normally do these days. In one of the music practice rooms playing piano.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

“Yes darling?”

“Are the practice rooms open, I was wondering if I could play on the piano, it looks fascinating”

“I’m afraid we don’t normally allow year 8’s into the practice rooms during Lunch” Miss Smith said looking down at me with a sad look in her eyes.  I looked up at her pleading with my eyes to make her let me use the room. After what felt like an eternity looking at her with puppy dog eyes she eventually caved unlocking the door that led into the practice room. A variety of instruments sat there looking brand new as if no-one had ever touched them. I wanted to be left in here to just use all of them as I wished, no snotty girls from English to judge me. Just me and music and that is how I want it to stay. Forever.

I placed myself in front of the piano gently sliding my fingers along the keys, brushing off any dust as not many people used this piano because it was old and slightly worn out, but that made me love it even more. The way the once polished colour was now a dull colour with various scratches or bumps, each one unique.

  Maddy POV;

It was now 1pm and I was still lying on my warm bed debating whether or not I should make the effort of getting up and getting changed. My foster parents had both left to work so I was left here by myself till 7pm with absolutely nothing to do and no energy to do anything. College started tomorrow but with the rate I was going, I wouldn’t have the energy to attend that either. I just lacked motive, energy and happiness. Most people in this situation could just eat away their problems, but I’m not hungry or I would eat.    

After around an hour of over thinking I eventually decided to haul myself out of bed flinging my duvet off me to the side instantly wanting the warmth it provided me back. I flopped my legs over the side and pushed myself up walking straight over to the wardrobe to pick an outfit for today. I settled with a pair of demin high wasited shorts, floral tank top and my peachy cardigan. I got changed into these then headed over to the mirror instantly despising what I saw.  My makeup from last night which I’d been too tired to remove had all smeared giving me the whole panda eyes and I’ve been crying look, my lips looked dry and chapped while my hair stuck out in all directions, as if imitating a lion’s mane. If I look like this again tomorrow, I’m gonna have one hell of a job trying to fit in at college.