• DANGER
    My music is playing


    Fellow greetings to however reads,
    My name is Rebeckah Smith.
    I am a fellow black American girl, as you can see I love music.
    However, every time I play something unexpected is to be happened.
    don’t let my story scare you or make you feel depressed.

    P.S I am not even close to Scary Mary!






















    CHAPTER 1
    When I was 5 years old.









    “NO!” said the cry of my mother.
    “you cant take her she’s mine!” she cried again.
    I felt someone trying taking me from my mothers arms. However she won’t let go. She was pulling me and the other person was pulling me it was like I as the rope for a game of tug of war.
    Then she said:
    “wait!”
    I’ll give her to you just let me g-get her d-dressed and packed her things”
    The person let go my mother took me to the her room. Then I noticed tears with escaping from her brown eyes.
    I stood there wanting to know what wrong just give what the man wants already!
    It not like the thing is your life!
    She kissed me on my right cheek, hugged my tight and her tears were on my feet.
    “good-bye Harmony” she whispered in my ears.
    Then she put me to sleep.
    …
    I woke up I was in a car it was not my mothers car. Two men was in the front seat the white man was driving the black man was seating there.
    I was scared.
    “ who are you and where’s my mommy!” I tried to say.
    “we are the FBI little girl ” the black man snapped.
    “were are we going?” I questioned.
    “Washington D.C where going to see the president.” said the white man.
    “I don’t want to see the president I want to see my mommy!” I demanded.
    “ who are you shouting at!” the black man yelled.
    “you bighead!!” I yelled back.
    “ little girl! Do you know who I am!”
    “ can I guess?”
    “yes” he said impatiently.
    “ the man with the biggest head in the world!”
    “ Joe the little girl is exasperating me!”
    “calm down its just a little girl” Joe said.
    I was angry I wanted to get something to calm me down.
    My piano can but I could not play it any more. Just before I was here there I was playing the piano for my mother until every key I press something broke.
    I almost broke my mothers back. Then later I was pulled by someone because my mother wont give them the stupid thing, and so I realized that stupid thing was me.


    How stupid not to notice earlier.









    5 years later.










    Here I am, melody Smith a 10 year old girl stuck in the white house. I hardly met the president the white man was a liar everyday I had to go to school it was not normal school the teacher called it “home school” to me it was not home school because my home was were a house with my mommy in my house.(yeah! I still call my mother mommy if you have a problem with that I well slam you to the wall with the power of my finger tips that touches the keys of my piano yeah I learned how to do that too not just break things so try me!) I played the piano everyday why cause I had too they think I have “super powers” and I can only use them for good not evil didn’t they think keeping a child away from there mother was evil, and they say I was rude.
    “melody stop day dreaming”