Mélanie
Oh non! Elle l'a encore fait! Maudite narcolepsie!
Mélanie s'éveilla d'un remous, murmurant à elle-même inconstanciellement alors que ses yeux s'ouvraient doucement au blanc aveuglant du soleil dans son visage. Son iPod avait cessé de jouer, mais les écouteurs sont restés fermement en place. Elle bâillait d'une douce expiration, s'étirant et se mouvant un peu le cou pour sortir de la raideur de tout, mais soudain ses yeux s'ouvraient. "Fais chier!" Elle pleurnichait de s'élever jusqu'à ses pieds et de la poussière de son jean maigre. Elle n'a même pas pris la peine de prendre sa bouteille de thé vide ou son emballage sandwich. S'il y avait quelque chose que le vent s'occuperait de ça. Pumping ses bras, Melanie sprinté sur la pelouse de l'école, se maudissant de plus en plus avec des muteurs dédaigneux. Pourquoi? Pourquoi a-t-elle encore dû s'endormir? Elle ne se souvenait même pas de ce qu'elle rêvait.
Mais attendez...
Encore une chose. Elle s'est fait harceler pour rien. Personne ne partait comme il semblait, donc c'était encore l'heure du déjeuner.
Melanie soupira, pensant à quel point elle avait l'air d'être idiote, ses joues brûlant une teinte douloureuse de fuchsia. Il y avait un son particulier qui lui a pris l'oreille cependant, le récitage de cordes métalliques réverbérant vers ses oreilles, puis... une voix. Melanie, elle a juré que c'était la chanson d'une sirène, belle, enchanteresse, un peu comme ses chanteuses préférées. Et tout comme une sirène, la chanson semblait l'accaparer à la direction de la chanteuse, et là, les yeux de Mélanie la regardaient. Oh wow.... elle est... jolie... Melanie a pleuré en écoutant la fille chanter, accrocher à chaque mot, à chaque lyrique. Elle aimait entendre les gens chanter, surtout parce que les voix de tout le monde sonnaient tellement mieux que les siennes. Mais cette fille, elle était différente de tout ce que Melanie a jamais entendu.
Elle pouvait juste s'asseoir là pendant des jours et l'écouter... lui arracher gracieusement les cordes de sa guitare et chanter avec cette voix si captivante.
What is your real name?
"It's Batgirl. No no! I'm totally joking! It's Melanie...umm...Melanie Thornhurst."
Are you male or female?
"Umm..last I checked, I'm pretty sure I was a chick right?"
What is your age?
"Hehe...yeah, why don't you have a seat over there? For the record I'm actually 16."
When is your birthday?
"October 31st. Yeah I'm umm...kinda proud of it, I guess."
What grade are you in?
"Freshman . I got held back because...because we moved around so much and I...fell behind."
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
"I'm well...my hobbies are just...kinda lame really. All I usually do is spend time in my room watching indie movies on my laptop or messing around with my acoustic guitar. I'm not much of a party girl and I don't really like any sports at all. Oh and umm...did I also mention I'm kind of a cinemaphile? I really love obscure and thought provoking films that no one's really heard of, especially if they're about quirky romances or a life changing adventure. Sometimes, I even picture my own life as a movie. Other than that, I also love to listen to alot of indie artists like Local Natives or Syd Matters, and the occasional Silverstein and Hawthorne Heights. I also watch alot of anime too from time to time, only if it's good though, and I do like to draw and write poetry."
How would you describe your personality?
"Well for starters....*sighs and looks away* I've been suffering from depression since I was in middle school, mostly because we kept moving from place to place, and I barely made any friends at all. It doesn't help either that I'm afraid of everyone around me and I don't like to meet new people since I'm scared of getting hurt and all. I try to smile and act like the cheery, bubbly girl I'm supposed to, but when I'm home and....and I'm all alone...I.....I...." *sobs into her knees* "I-I don't know why I'm like this at all.... I used to be so happy when I was little, but....now I just feel...like this... Like a doll with a cracked face. You can see she's pretty on the outside, but her flaws...they're just...so hard to ignore..." *looks at the cuts on her arms*
What has your life been like so far?
"Please....can we stop talking about this? I don't think I can tell you any more... You're nice, and...I know you care, but....I just don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
"Hmm....what about Mellon_Collie? Sounds cool huh? N-not like that. It's...it's like an homage to my favorite Smashing Pumpkins album, but...yeah...you're right. It does kinda fit me huh...." *lowers her head*
What are your thoughts on the project?
"I don't really want to talk to someone I barely know, but if it's what's gonna get me through English, then I guess I have no choice. Who knows? Maybe...maybe it will be fun and....maybe I'll make a friend out of it."
Anything else you'd like to add?
"Umm...umm....p-please don't tell anyone, but I....I think I'm...well...you know....I think I really like...other girls." *blushes* "I mean I've....I never really done anything with a girl before, but....but I did have a crush on quite a few... I just...never really told them I did.... And if my mom and dad ever found out....I don't know what they would do..."


Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales
Crosses - Jose Gonzales
Obstacles - Syd Matters
Santa Monica Dream - Angus and Julia Stone
Mountains - Message to Bears
Lua - Bright Eyes
Youth - Daughter
Run - Daughter
Medicine - Daughter
Mt. Washington - Local Natives
Piano Fire - Sparkle Horse
Shining, Burning - Jeff Woodell
Pictures of Nothing - Jeff Woodell
Drawing Lines - Jeff Woodell
The Sense of Me - Mud Flow
Kids Will be Skeletons -Mogwai