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And I don't want the world to S E E me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
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♬ *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* Gooooood morning good morning! It's a lovely Thursday morning, the sun is shi-
A pale arm shot out from under a large gray comforter lying askew across the mattress and slapped down on the snooze button on the radio alarm clock that perched on the edge on the nightstand. "Ughh, wha-?" a groggy voice called as the gray mass shifted, revealing the sleepy head and torso of Hayden McKenzie. Picking up the alarm and bringing it to her half opened eyes, Hayden saw that it was 7:30 am. "No waaaay," she murmured under her breath, still too tired to speak up. Reluctantly she swung her feet out of bed and headed for the bathroom down the hall, careful to avoid her brother Aiden's toys lying about.
♬ Once in the small lavatory, Hayden shut and locked the door behind her. Aiden thought it was hilarious to barge in on her without knocking, but frankly she was tired of it. Turning to the large mirror on the wall, she rubbed her face, pinched her cheeks, and made a funny face. Bleghh, with a sigh she turned the faucet water to hot and washed her face, scrubbing until she woke herself up completely. Drying her face, Hayden picked up her favorite fuzzy robe and threw it on, tying the sash tight around her to cover up her sleeping attire: baggy t-shirt and underwear. Unlocking the door, she stod for a moment and caught a whiff of pancakes, coming from downstairs. Her stomach rumbling, Hayden flew down the steps and into the kitchen, where her dad was standing by the stove, spatula in hand and shake-up pancakes mix in the other. "'Morning, sweetheart. You're about to miss your bus but I'll drive you. Aiden's got his science fair project to turn in today, so I was driving anyway," said Mitch, the coolest dad alive. With his award-winning smile, Hayden had to smile back even though she was in the mood to be grumpy. "Thanks, daddy. D'you want me to wake up the tazmanian devil?" she replied, laughing a bit when she saw that he had an apron on and everything. Mitch nodded, quickly turning back to the bubbling mix on the stove. Rolling her eyes, Hayden walked back out to the stair and sucked in a large breath. "Aiden, you twerp, get down here! Dad's making pancakes!" She smiled wickedly when she heard his muffled protest and pranced back to her place at the table, where her dad had laid out a stack of pancakes topped with strawberry syrup and butter.
♬After breakfast, Hayden and Aiden did the usual routine of fighting over the bathroom to fix their hair and brush their teeth. Somehow, they'd both managed to comb down the cow-licks, freshen their breath, get dressed, find their homework, and make it into the van before ten minutes had passed. Hayden kept messing with her hair all throughout the ride, her bangs kept swinging into her eyes and it was getting extremely annoying. She had on her skinny jeans with zippers down the side and a plain neon yellow tee. With her lucky purple and black checkered scarf, she looked as she normally did, 'cept her bangs! Aiden pointed and laughed when she gave up and persisted in blowing her hair up out of her face, making it flop about on her forehead in random fashions. She giggled too, it was kinda funny, but didn't refrain from lightly smacking Aiden's pale face.
♬ Her dad pulled up a Greenbrier High's parking lot, and he and Aiden waved as she opened the side door and stepped out onto campus, slinging her backpack over one shoulder. "Thanks daddy, love you, twerp!" she yelled over her shoulder as they pulled out and headed across the street to the middle school. Pulling in a deep breath, she headed up the steps and pushed open the big gray metal doors to her personal hell to bore herself to tears for the next six hours. On her way to her locker, Hayden passed her best friend Sam. On passing, she lightly tapped the red head's shoulder and looked back."Oh! Hey, Hayden. You scared me," Sam interjected with a small gasp. She waved a bit and smiled, returning to her locker so she could catch up with Hayden. This was also routine, Hayden, upon entering the school building, became more reserved and didn't talk much. She would tap Sam's shoulder to get her attention and would whisper in her ear if she wanted to say something, but that was usually it. No one else really heard Hayden speak. There was actually a rumor going around that she was a mute. Hayden chuckled as she passed by a group of Stacey's croonies, who were covering their mouths as they whispered trivial things and glared at her. Finding her locker at last, Hayden twisted in the code and opened it, looking bored. She gathered her english and history textbooks, threw in her backpack, took out a few pencils, and shut her locker. She turned and leaned against it, waiting for Sam so they could head off to begin the most boring part of average teenage life.
♬ Hayden and Sam ran out of their respective classrooms and dashed for their lockers as soon as the final bell rang. Today was gonna be big. Hayden and Sam had been planning this day for about a month now, and it was finally here! Today was the day Hayden's paycheck came, and the two of them would finally have enough money to buy tickets to their favorite band's concert, Marianas Trench. They were psyched. Hayden just threw in her textbooks and grabbed her backpack before slamming the grated metal door and zooming down the hall to help Sam shove her violin into her own. When the two finally managed two pull out Sam's bag, they slammed her locker shut and ran to Sam's dusty old chevy waiting for them in the school parking lot. Stuffing their bags in the back and climbing in the cab, Sam jammed the ignition and sped off toward the local Tropical Smoothie, where Hayden was employed. Sam had hardly parked before Hayden was unbuckling and jumping out of the truck, stumbling to the sidewalk. Sam shouted out the window,"Go! Go! We need to be the first to get there!" and Hayden wrenched the glass door inside open and sprinted behind the counter to her boss' office. The door had a silver metal plate reading 'Mr. Laritate', and Hayden glupped before knocking and entering. Mr. Laritate was a nice man, so nice it was hard to believe this man could bear to charge his customers to drink his smoothies. That's why Hayden was nervous, she almost felt like she was taking advantage of him by asking what she was about to ask. "U-um, Mr. Laritate, sir? C-couldyou, um, well...Could I get my paycheck early? I'm not working today, but you usually wait 'til Friday to give it to me an all, but I'd like to get it a day early...?" she asked, looking down to the floor. Mr. Laritate was sitting in a big black chair behind an oak desk doing some paper work, but when Hayden looked up, he was smiling at her with his gentle, toothy smile that made everyone who saw it feel like a bad person. "Why, certainly Hayden! It's only a day earlier than usual, no need to be nervous. It's not like you were asking for a promotion," he replied calmly. He rummaged through one of the desk drawers for a second before pulling out a check and signing it and handing Hayden a wadful of neatly folded cash. Hayden took both, a bit confused about the cash. Mr. Laritate smile even wider then, "Oh, I know what you and your friend are up to, Miss Hayden. So I split your check in half and gave the rest to you as cash. Now hurry along, I hear concert ticket lines are miles long." Grinning back, Hayden said her thanks and dashed back out to Sam's truck, parked right by the exit and ignition still running.
♬ Sam and Hayden had planned to be the first people in line for the tickets. They didn't want any chance of the tickets getting sold out. But, lo and behold, the was already a line of twenty- maybe thirty people at the Dome, camping equipment set up and ready to spend the night waiting for 7:00 am Friday morning to roll around. Hayden sighed with frustration as she jerked the door on her side open and walked to the truck bed. Her and Sam pulled out they're previously packed duffel bags full of camping necessities out from beneath their bags and walked up behind the last people in line. Sam looked a bit ticked, but said nothing, setting her bag on the concrete silently and beginning to unroll her blankets and setting up shop. Hayden followed suit, and in about ten minutes they were ready for long hours of numb butts and absolute boredom. The girls had both brought their iPods, and had them cranked up all the way to tune out the fussing strangers behind them in line. Hayden was listening and humming along to her favorite song, Beside You by Marianas Trench, oblivious to her surroundings as she lay face up on the blankets, staring into the sky. She still heard her complaining neighbors over her iPod, and she roller her eyes. A couple of groupies about three places back were crooning over a magazine, featuring Josh Ramsay from the band. He was probably modeling in whatever picture it was, because the girls were obsessively kissing the picture. It was nauseating to watch, and Hayden returned to staring up at the sky. Hayden and Sam prided themselves as being Marianas Trench NON-fanatics. They were Marianas Trench Music Psychos, instead. Hayden hardly remembered what any of the band members looked like, but she knew all the lyrics to every single song. Josh's voice was burned in her memory, and the songs he sang seemed to flow through her. She loved their songs, she didn't know how she'd get through her life without them. Sighing, she closed her eyes and hummed along to her favorite song as long as possible, finally able to drown out those posers with the mag.
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When E V E R Y T H I N G 'S made to be broken
I just want you to K N O W who I am
