A/N: Thanks for checking out my story! I think I'll update again today...maybe. I might have another story posted, so, please- R/R! TP4E
The Most Beautiful Melody
Ah, another normal day at the A.N.T Farm.
I walked in, wearing my new t-shirt that said 'Music is my thang' on it. Olive was sitting on the couch, reading a book. She looked up when I came in.
"Oh, hey Chyna! Look what I found in the library!"
I laughed. "You still use that?"
Olive frowned. "Just because we have the internet back doesn't mean that I can't visit Mrs. Bones."
I smiled and shook my head. Olive was something else. I sat down next to her, dropping my bag on the floor. I peeked at what she was reading. "What is it you wanted me to see?"
"This!" Olive turned the book over. There was a blank cover. "What's this?" I asked.
"It's a book about Webster High, but it's ancient. Look, it even says something about a curse!"
Olive opened the book to a page and then stuck it on my lap. I sighed and started reading.
Headmaster John Burns of Webster Secondary School created the 'Book of Sins' to list all the bad things everyone in the school had done. The school was fine and less sinful than it ever was before.
A new headmaster arrived to take Burns' place. He never used the book of sins. The students thought it was fine to behave like they used to. However, it was not fine.
Melody, the Goddess of Urr, decided to do something about it. She decided to place a curse on Webster, and used the Book of Sins to monitor it. It was no longer a choice to use it or not. She controlled it.
Melody will be summoned to Webster one day, when the Most Beautiful Melody will be played. She will then punish everyone for the stuff written in the book. Until then, Webster is being watched very closely.
I closed the book. "That's crap," I say. "That could never happen."
"I don't believe it could, either." Olive replied. "But I did read a book one time, and it had proof that this kind of stuff could exist."
"Well, I'm not going to worry about it. No one is going to summon her here."
Olive stood up and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me a little. "Don't you get it, Chyna? The Most Beautiful Melody! You're a musical prodigy! You could find it!"
I suddenly realized what Olive was talking about. If I found that melody, I could put the whole of Webster in danger.
The first bell rang. I stayed in the A.N.T Farm for my first class, so I grabbed my guitar and walked into the sound booth.
Then I started to laugh. I laughed a lot. People looking from the outside in must've though I was crazy.
"There is no way I'm gonna find that melody! It's impossible!" I said to myself. I picked up my guitar and started strumming a few notes.
"When the sun goes down
And the clock tick tocks
You come around
Scaring me out of my socks
Your love is driving me crazy
This kind of love must be
But nothing is impossible to you
Don't have to think it through…"
The problem was that I just couldn't think of the last part of the song. I tried many different tunes, but nothing worked with the song.
I finally got an idea. I sort of mashed all the tunes of all my songs together and came up with one. I tried playing it, and it sounded…beautiful.
"You say nothing is impossible
You say it won't work
You think nothing is impossible
Like love was impossible, with her?
I'm not allowed to love you
I can't love you
So how can it be possible!?"
That sound…it was…amazing! Beautiful! Splendid! I played it again, and again, again.
Suddenly, I heard a crash. The table on the other side of the room had fallen. I rushed over to pick it up, but was held back by a strong force.
I fell back, hiding my head on the hard wood floor. "Ow!" I yelled, rubbing the back of my head.
I could see a small swirl on the wall near where the table had fallen. The swirl got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until something flew out if it. Or, dare I say, someone.
She had caramel colored skin, with long, dark hair. It was piled on top of her head, held together by flowers. She also had huge purple wings which kept fluttering.
The fairy looked at me, and then at the guitar. "It was you! You played the Most Beautiful Melody!"
I could feel the color leaving my face. "Wait, what? Are you real? Who are you?"
The fairy laughed and waved her hands in the air. A beautiful wooden acoustic guitar appeared, and she played the same part of my song that I was amazed by.
"I'm Melody. You just played the exact sound I've been waiting to hear for 200 years! I would like to speak to your headmaster."
I stood there, staring at her guitar.
The force of her voice made me scramble up and run. Anywhere. Looking for Skidmore.