Story of my Life

A story about a girl named Madeline Anne Tachibana. She has a very similar personality to me actually. I wanted to make a story like the character is me only I use different names and different things. I hope you like it! Leave commenst on what you think!

            Shy. That was my middle name. Actually it is Anne, but to me ‘Madeline Shy Tachibana’ suit me much better. I was in grade nine, a normal middle school student who just wanted to fall in love. Corny as it sounds, it was the absolute truth.

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            The breath of Mother Nature swept my ornate black hair into the air wildly. I pushed a button and my window ascended causing my hair to fall back against my shoulder blades. I closed my eyes trying to relax and listen to the lyrics that boomed from my ipod earphones. The pretty melody calmed my entire body and I started to sway my head mouthing the words I knew so well,

 

I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you...

And I need you like a heart needs a beat, but it’s nothing new...

I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue, and you say...

“Sorry” like the angel heaven let me think was you, but I’m afraid...

It’s too late to apologize...

 

            “Madeline!! Turn that down, if I can hear it, it’s too loud!” my Mom yelled. I rolled my eyes as I moved my forefinger counter-clockwise on the Ipod’s white circle. Me, My Mom, Dad and little sister were driving home from my Grandma’s.

 

            “If we hear your stupid music blasting from those headphones again you’ll be grounded for a week!” my Dad also added.

 

            “Ok, ok, I get it!” I replied shaking my head. We pulled into our driveway and parked beside the house. I opened my door as quick as I could and sprinted for the front door of the house. As soon as my Dad unlocked it I went straight for my room and collapsed on my tiny bed. My room was a place that makes me feel so safe and special. All the manga, Twilight posters and organization welcomes me and makes me feel so at home. I wrap my headphones around my ipod and place it on the petite table beside my bed. I layed down and thought about how I would love to skip school tomorrow. Being the new kid was incredibly hard for me. I didn’t get bullied or anything, it was just the part that is called, “Making friends.”

 

 

 

 

           

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