Music and Writing

            My favorite song currently is Runaway by Ed Sheeran, I love Ed in general but this song cuts deep. It’s about an alcoholic father and he leaves throughout the night, the son is tired of this and wants out of the house. Although the song doesn’t simply state that there is a girl, the lyrics say, ‘I want to runaway with you.’ The main emotion I feel throughout this whole song is loneliness, and I have had alcoholic people in my life when I was younger and relate to this song, although I have never met somebody I would want to runaway with.

            Without music, the world would be bland, and nobody would be able to connect with something a lot of people love. I mean, when I was younger I remember singing, ‘Take Me Out to the Ball Game,’ a classic, if I might add. My dad knew it, my mom knew it, my grandfather knew it, it was something people knew and liked. The world strives on music, it brings out the best in things, and brings out the creativeness in everybody. It brings friends closer, it brings students closer, it brings the world closer. We would not learn about other cultures if we did not have music; you can learn a language until you’re blue in the face but you won’t learn everything if you do not listen to the music of that language. In the Hispanic culture, and their songs, they use slang words, words I had never heard of before. It was something new to me, but I felt I was learning more about this culture than my four other semesters of Spanish.

            Without music, my life would be lost. I listen to music on a daily basis, I am listening to music as I type this. Even if I can’t sing, or play an instrument, music is a part of me like any of the people that can sing or play an instrument. Music has brought me closer to cultures as I stated earlier; I went to a Hispanic singer’s artist, because I love their music. Yes he sang English songs, but he also sang in Spanish, and that was an experience that I will never forget. I’ve found artists, both big and unknown, and joined their fandoms, from these fandoms I have friends all over the world. I talk to these people on a regular basis, I have group chats with a lot of the people I have met, and it’s an amazing thing because music did this. Music brings people together, and if I didn’t have music I would be lost, indefinitely.

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The Pumpkin Patch

            It wasn’t even eight in the morning when little footsteps were heard running down the hall.

            “KATE! KATE!” a little voice screamed as the door was opened to my bedroom and a ball of fire jumped into bed.

            “Maddy, stop,” I said burrowing into the blankets deeper, trying to get her out of my room.

            “Kate! Come on! Let’s go to the pumpkin patch! PLEASE!” the five year old screamed into my ear.

            “Leave me alone, it’s too early,” I groaned, I had just gotten in bed not even two hours before, another night shift under my belt.

            “Mom said you have to, it’s now or never, and you promised,” she said as I sighed.

            “Let me get dressed,” I told her as I uncovered myself and stepped out of the bed, “Go get into something warmer, it’s chilly outside.”

            As Maddy ran out of the room I changed into jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of my trusty boots. I slipped on a jacket and walked downstairs where my mother sat in her favorite chair staring at the news on tv.

            “Morning mom,” I said as she looked up smiling.

            “Hi honey, going to the pumpkin patch?” she asked as I shot her a glare.

            Instead of answering I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee ignoring the medical bills on the counter, and the medicine bottles lined up against the counter walls.

            “Are you coming?” I asked my mom as I walked out.

            “I don’t think so, you two go ahead,” she said as I nodded and walked to the door.

            “MADISON LYNN LET’S GO!” I yelled as feet thumped down the stairs and my sister appeared in jeans, a sweater, a jacket over that, and boots.

            “Ready!” she screamed excitedly as I shook my head.

            “Hat,” I said grabbing a beanie as she pouted.

            “No fair! You don’t have one,” she said as I shook my head and placed the beanie on her bald head.

            “I don’t need one, come on, let’s go to the pumpkin patch,” I said as she squealed and ran to the car.

            I followed behind slower, watching my sister, as she ran around like any normal child, except she wasn’t a normal child. She had cancer, and the doctors gave her till the end of October to live.

            Halloween was her favorite holiday, and she refused to miss it, she was strong, but the cancer was stronger. Bad days were outnumbering the good days, and soon she’d be in the hospital preparing for her last day.

            “Kateee,” Maddy groaned near my car as I sighed.

            “Okay, okay, let’s go,” I said walking to my car, unlocking it as Maddy climbed inside and was buckled before I even got in.

            “How many pumpkins are we getting?” I asked pulling out of our driveway as Maddy grinned at me through the mirror.

            “All of them,” she said.

            “Then let’s go then,” I said as she clapped excitedly.

            Nothing was going to make this day bad, except how the day would be ending marking a day closer to my sister’s death.

A Restless Night

            In the morning everything would be different, that was one thing Penny knew. There would be no more time with family, no more attacks on her parents, no more anything.

            Penny, the heir to the crown of Meadens, would be giving up the crown; she was leaving.

            She tossed again, and again, sleep never coming even when she willed it to. Nothing. Memories of the palace ran through her mind, reminding her why the seventeen year old had to leave.

            After another hour of tossing and turning the princess slipped out of bed, she crossed the room to where her riding clothes were. Pulling them on she slipped a cloak on, made sure her hair was hidden, then crept to her window.

            She knew goodbyes were hard, she wasn’t going to put her family through that. With one last look at her bed, she opened her window, and shimmied down the tree that was conveniently placed next to the balcony. Before her feet even touched the ground she was already running across the courtyard hiding in the shadows towards the barn.

            She smelt the familiar barn smell, and inhaled it, she loved this place, loved everything about it, it was better than her fighting lessons. She stepped into the darkness and walked down the aisle of stables, past her horse, Queen, who neighed softly. Instead of taking her Penny walked towards the very last stable.

            One of the stallions of the neighboring prince neighed at her as she crept into the stable. She shushed him by petting him, then by his halter led him out of the stall towards the tack room. After everything was in check she swung up onto the saddle and sighed.

            Nudging him into a walk she led him by the reins out of the palace, past Queen who was now neighing louder, past the palace where her family slept in their beds safely, and past her room where her childhood sat.

            Past everything that had once been hers but now was nobody’s.