The Day Of No Celebration

Two Years

A/N Hey guys i have been reading a lot of stuff of wattpad lately so I have been having some great inspriation from the books and this is what I got hope you like this story <3

P.s this is a musical story so there will be songs so when it says a charator sings something click the song

I LOVE MAMA MIA SO DEAL WITH IT LOL <3

"Man And Women Killed On 15 Year Old Daughters Birthday" that's all that was on the news 7 years ago. My family was killed on the day of my birthday, the only family I have left is Michael my older brother. He moved out into the world but when are parents were killed he had to come back to watch me, Well it's been 7 years from that, and I leave all of that in the past but there is one thing I can't handle myself to do, I can't and never will Celebration the day of my mother and fathers death's, my birthday, this is going to sound really silly but I wont sing as well. But in between those 2 years has been good to Michael and myself, I moved to Calaforna where Michael lived, now we are moving back to my old town where it all begane in Florida, "Just great" that's all I said all the way there. "Amber it's great going back to are old town maybe you'll see some old friends" Micheal said looking at the road "Maybe" I said staring out the window onto the road looking at everything that passed by.

When I saw that sign that said welcome to Florida I froze. When we drove up to the little house we will be staying at for a little while. When are car came to a stop infront of a beautiful white house with trees. I jumped out of the car, walking up the driveway then to the door. "Okay Amber you go and look around ill get everything out of the this once you hear me" Micheal called out. But i could not hear any word coming out of his mouth. I just went inside.

9 hours after unpacking everything

"Finally done" I told myself releved. I sat down on my bed looking at the the walls around me, then to a gutair I had. "Well I have nothing else to do, wow why am I talking to myself" I said as i got up to get the gutair "I'll play just this time then never again" I told myself. Mom did like musical songs, "here we go" i said then started strumming the guitar, then sang

"I have a dream a song to sing, to help me cope with anything, if you see the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future, even if you fail, I believe in angels something good in everything I see, I believe in angels,when i know the time is right for me, i'll cross the stream, I have a dream i have a dream, a fantisy to help me though reality and my destinastion makes it worth the while, pushing though the darkness, still another mile"

Then I heard a knock, I said nothing, "I'm coming in" Michael said. The door swang open to seeing a young man, tall, blue eyes looking at me through the opeining of the door. "Was that the first time you sang for a long time" He asked "No, not like you care" I said putting the gutair down. "I do care" He said now leaning on the door "Now lets go eat". Ya right Michael has not said one thing about are mom and dad when i'm with him and i'm mad about it.

"Amber I will tell you this one time only you need to get a job" Michael said to me at the dinner table, "And I will only tell you this only one time only no" I fired back with a smile. "Amber..., fine i wont choose your job you can pick just get a after school job or weekend job if you want" Michael said. "I get to choose" I said eyeing him trying to see if he is leying to me. "Yes that is what i said" He said looking down at his newspaper. "Okay but NOT WEEKEND JOB i need my weekend to sleep" I said with a evil smile, he does not even notice. "I'm going to get ready for school tommorow" I said walking my plat to the dishwasher. When i finished i turned and saw Michael he did not have his eyes on his newspaper anymore all eyes where on me. "What" I asked looking at him "Just becareful at this high school okay" He said now eyes back on his newspaper "What this that supporst to mean" I said under my breath so he could not hear me. I walked back to me room getting ready for school and also thinking about my so called new job. I want to make Michael mad but what job would make him mad. I do like to sing i should at least start with singing. I grab my computer and sit on my bed browsing the internet of places where they let anyone sing for money. no, no, NOPE, no, what is this. There was one job that let a person sing but it was in a club. It would make Michael mad i do need some payback so I'll cheak it out see if i like it. I'll go to the place after school tommorow. I shut my computer and layed down no more than 5 minutes and i was out.