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The
Shameless Confessional Of A Teenage
Girl
Chapter 1:
The
back of the ford was loaded with boxes large and small, there
was a guitar case in the back as well. The woman in the front
of the truck was growing impatient with the group of
teenagers standing around. They where all hugging the girl in
the black t-shirt and blue jeans, she had her hair in a pony
tail and shades over her eyes. The woman in the truck laid on
the horn.
“Addie” she yelled through the open window of the
truck “ Addie its time to
go”
She hugged her again Addison felt something being put
in her back pocket “I can’t” She
protest.
Ginger shook her head and whispered , “ I know she
disposed of yours”
“Thanks,”
she paused choosing her words carefully, Her mom laid on the
horn again. “tell Carson I said
goodbye”
“I will” she replied, they released and
gingers eyes where red, and for one it was from crying.
“don’t go changing on me
now!”
“Why would I” they both smiled. Addison
walked to the truck and opened the door , she waved to the
group one last time most of them where getting in there
vehicles as well.
“If we are going to make it to grandma and Gramps by
night we got to get going”
said
“What ever” Her tone changed to it normal I
don’t give two ships self.
“ Don’t use that that tone with me” her
mother snapped.
“ What do you care I'm out of your hair in less
than 24 hours” Addison snapped
back
“
it was either your Grandparents or rehab, it was your choice,
and for once your going to stick to it” her mother
replied surprisingly calm.
The summer was here, school had ended and my test grades where in the toilet. I probably should have gone to summer school but I stubbornly refused. I hated that school, it one place I couldn’t make my self fit in. I was good at that, conforming to the crowed. I didn’t do my self any favors. My parents where sick of me, they said I was a bad influence on my younger siblings. They where right to send me away to my grandparents house. So this is where the second chapter of my life began, in a little farm house that changed me forever.
So the confessional starts with the promise I couldn’t
keep to my best friends , Don’t
change.
"A broken
wing"
She
loved
him like
he was,
The last
man on
Earth. Gave him
everything she
ever had. He'd
break
her spirit down.
Then come lovin
' up on her
Give a
little, then
take it back.
She'd
tell
him
about her dreams,
He'd just shoot 'em
down. Lord he loved
to make
her cry.You're crazy for believin',You'll ever
leave the ground.
He said, Only angels know how to fly. And with a broken
wing.
She still sings. She keeps an eye on the
sky. With a broken
wing.She carries her dreams. Man you ought to see her
fly.
One Sunday morning. She didn't go to
church,He
wondered why she didn't leave.He went up to the
bedroom,Found a note by the windowWith the curtains
blowin' in the breeze. And with a broken wingShe still
sings.
She keeps an eye on the
sky. With a broken wing, She
carries her dreams. Man
you ought to see her
fly.
With a broken
wing.She carries
her dreams
Man
you ought to see
her
fly
~Phil Barnhart, Sam Hogin and
James House.~