MELODY
The shrill sound of my alarm clock cut through the morning silence, and I reluctantly opened my eyes. Sometimes, I wished I could just sleep through the day and avoid the world altogether. But there was no escaping reality, so I swung my legs off the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I stared at my reflection - a girl with black hair, brown eyes, and an ever-present air of sarcasm that seemed to follow me wherever I went. Melody Plum, the "good girl" who had it all figured out - or so everyone thought.
I sighed, turning my thoughts to the day ahead. My life consisted of attending Sacred Heart, studying late into the night, and caring for Nancy, who was still recovering from her near-death experience with Kenmore Harris. She was undergoing physical therapy, b
