AN: New Story guys! YAY!

Well lets cut to the chase we all know that we

don’t own twilight and we all wish we were Steph Meyer.

Disclaimer: Me and rosie: Hey stephenie?

Stephenie Meyer: Yes?

Rosie: Can we own Twilight?

Steph: No

Me: Can we own Edward or Jazzy atleast?

Steph: No

Me and Rosie: Darn We’re gonna kick you in the po.

An: Sorry another author note Po is an inside joke between me and my

awesome beta Rosie pose.

Concrete Angel

BPOV
I stepped backstage as I prepared for my turn to go on. Currently my friend

Erica was onstage singing her heart out at our annual fundraiser at the

orphanage. Every year all of the older kids would gather and put on a talent

show to 1. Try to raise money and 2. Put on all the teenagers that needed to

be adopted.

The song I was singing was Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. It was my

favorite song and it described my life perfectly.

I heard the applause and that was my signal to get ready. Erica stepped

backstage with a smile on her face.

“You’re on,” She told me walking past me “Good luck there are a lot of

people out there tonight we have a good chance.” She quickly hugged me

and pushed me towards the stage.

I went onto the stage and instantly was hit the worst stage fright I have ever

had. Not to mention I can’t walk across a flat surface without tripping. I

looked around and saw all the people gathered in the small cafeteria staring

at me waiting for me to start. Jesse my boyfriend stepped out with my guitar

and a microphone stand. He set down my Mic and gave me guitar as he

winked at me silently wishing me luck.

I sat down on the stool started strumming my guitar and started singing:

She walks to school with the lunch she packed

Nobody know what she’s holding back

Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday

She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn’t ask

It’s hard to see the pain behind the mask

Baring the Burdon of a secret storm

Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the run

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can’t rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she fly’s to a place where she’s loved

Concrete Angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night

The neighbors hear but they turn out the light

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate

When morning comes it’ll be too late.

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can’t rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she fly’s to a place where she’s loved

Concrete Angel

Ohhhhh

A statue stands in a shaded place.

An angel girl with an upturned face.

A name is written on a polished rock

A broken heart that the world forgot.

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can’t rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she flies to a place

Where she’s loved

Concrete Angel
As I strummed the last chord I looked up and noticed the entire audiences

faces were tear streaked. I realized that I myself was also crying. That song

always touched me and it made me cry at how real it was. The audience

started applauding and I noticed two girls that were cheering the loudest.

One was a short pixie like girl and the other was a blonde model. I wondered

who could they be?

AN: Duh duh Dunnnnn. The end of chapter has arrived. Okay so im starting

to put questions at the end of each chapter and whoever answers correctly

first gets a preview of the next chapter when I write it. Okay so here is the

question for this chapter. “Who are the two gorgeous girls that are

applauding loudly?” I know I know really obvious question but I wanted to

start out easy. I want to thank my beta Brown-EyesxGold-Eyes! The

awesomest beta ever! But of course she did not beta this chapter because it

was a surprise. I am sorry for my rambling I will shut up now. Haha

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