So at dinner, Isaac became my best friend. I used to have standards for making someone a best friend, like I had to know them for over 6 months, but I threw those rules out the window when I came to... Wait where am I? "Isaac? Where are we again?" I ask.
Isaac chuckles, "Malibu, California. How didn't you know?"
I ignore him and stalk back to my room as if I were mad at him, I just felt like I needed to get my thoughts out, ya know?
I shut the door and went straight to my laptop which was laying on my bed. I quickly open it up and start writing a bunch of poems about how I was feeling. Both rejected and accepted. Sad and happy. Confused. Fearful. And tons more.
By the time I looked at the time again, it was 11:30pm, 3 hours had passed just like that. I had over twenty long poems that I literally poured my heart into.
Hey wait... Long poems are usually turned into songs... I'LL MAKE A SONG!!! Look out world, a horrible songwriter has been created!
I download GarageBand and one of those apps where you can hook up a keyboard to the computer. I need a keyboard...
I quickly email Jessica and twiddle my thumbs until I hear a DING! I open up the email and it reads,
'Sure Emily! We don't have a new one here but you can just use my old one. I'll have one of your friends bring it to you :)'
I send a thank you and open up YouTube. I search up a ton of random lyric videos for songs like: The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls, Made In America by Toby Keith, Pretty Brown Eyes by Cody Simpson and Demons by Imagine Dragons. I'm rocking out when I hear a knock on my door. "It's open!" I yell.
The door opens and Isaac stumbles in with a large keyboard in hand. "Little help here?" He says exasperatedly.
I slide my laptop off my lap and help him set the keyboard on my bed. "So why did you want this keyboard?" Isaac asks after he catches his breath.
"Uhm don't make fun of me, but I write poems. I just wrote a ton of long ones and I was hoping to turn them into a song or two..." I look down at my fidgeting hands.
"Wow, that's cool!" He exclaims, "But don't you want a guitar so you can write the chords?"
I look up at him in surprise and reply, "I don't have one. Even if I did it'd be no use, I don't know how to play guitar."
Isaac grins, "I'll teach you. I'll bring my guitars over tomorrow after lunch, yeah?"
"S-sure!" I beam.
"Sweet! So I'll see you tomorrow then." He waves.
I hear the door shut and just sit there for a minute. Isaac is going to teach me how to play the guitar. I'm going to learn how to play the guitar! I felt psyched, but it was like there was another reason, aside from learning the guitar...
I shrugged it off and plugged the keyboard into my laptop. I started messing around with a ton of different chords and melodies until I found some that actually sound good with my lyrics. I called the song "Unwritten" which actually turned out to be more upbeat and inspirational than I thought the song would be, what with all of the negative thoughts swirling around in my head.
"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah"
(Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield)
It's not TOO bad but I mean, who would want a song that was written by a fourteen year old girl who was given up by her family? No one.
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Given Up at 14
FanfictionEmily, a regular 14 year old girl, is given up by her parents for adoption... Over 2,000 miles away. Read about her adventures. Note: Cimorelli will be included in later chapters, beginning is just Emily
