Call me?

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Sky's P.O.V.

The day went by fast, I now sat in my room doing some homework, because you know, teachers are unfased by the fact that some people happen to arrive to the school with no knowledge as to what's going on in the class.

"Sky I'm home!" my mom yelled from down stairs.

"Okay mom!" I yelled back.

I sighed knowing that ment I would be the one cleaning today.The thing is, when my mom arrives late it normally means she's in a 'I don't want to do anything, do it yourself' kind of mood. She wasn't bad, but sometimes she would get on my nerves and lets not mention Bob, my stepfather. He was an ass, let's leave it at that.

I finished my homework and went down. I did everything and went back to my room and took out my music sheets and began to write a song that just popped up in my head:

"I glanced upon the ground today I noticed something, 

It followed me

Along the way, a figure of gray, 

Impersonating every move I make

For now we'll call it my shadow, 

And it said will you replace it, 

So you'll be with me every where I go... 

Sentences of yours, 

Running throughout my head, 

Searching for a chance

To catch my breath, 

A never-ending dream, 

You'll become a part of me, 

Day or night, 

Dark or light you'll be, 

Taking over that thing called my

Shadow

And what happens on the days when,

The clouds appear and fade away my

Shade, oh, that's our cue babe, 

We'll run away to a place where the sun

Always shines

That not even time could erase, 

You're my weakness babe but you give me

Strength, I need you, 

I need you like the blood in my veins.

Sentences of yours, 

Running throughout my head, 

Searching for a chance

To catch my breath, 

A never-ending dream, 

You'll become a part of me, 

Day or night, dark or light you'll be, 

Taking over that thing called my

Shadow."

I stopped realizing who was the inspiration.

"Skylar Munro, you are an idiot." I said to myself as I slapped my own forehead.

No way. There is no way I would fall for a jerk that had amazing eyes, a great smile, hair you would like to touch... What the hell am I thinking?!

Eli Goldsworthy is just a hot jerk!

 I mentally slapped myself for calling him hot when I was thinking of insults, hot not being one. I sighed.

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