-Tegan's POV-

"What's that?" I asked, pointing towards the approaching UFO. As it got closer I realized that it was a Pegasus. It's feathery wings moving gracefully up and down.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I woke up in a panic and accidently rolled off my bed, bumping my head against the night stand, all the time the alarm clock going, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I began to hear my sisters' irritated voices saying, "Turn that off!" and "Some of us want to sleep." I stood up groggily and pressed the off button, glumly watching both my sisters curl back up in their blankets. I was the third youngest out of eight kids. I had five sisters and two brothers. Most of my sibling had already moved out. It was just my two younger sisters and one older brother; and out of all of them, I was the one who had to wake up at 6 in the morning. I left the room making sure I closed the door quietly. I placed my feet carefully on the sides of the steps so I wouldn't make to much noise going down the old creaky stairs. Once I got to the living room I was safe. Although, I did have to take certain levels of precaution when I passed through the dining room, going past Mama and Daddy's bedroom. Once I reached the kitchen I turned left, passed the coats and turned right, into the bathroom. I twisted my long brown hair up in a messy bun and took a quick shower. Once I was done with that I ate a quick breakfast of raw oatmeal with milk and honey. Then I brushed my teeth. I hated to brush my teeth before I ate because it gave everything a weird minty flavor. After that I changed into my work clothes which consisted of, m carrharts (I brand of very sturdy work jeans, spelled wrong on purpose) steel toe boots, a hoody that I didn't mind getting dirty, and finally a baseball cap with the museum logo. I pulled my hair into a ponytail before placing the hat on my head. I never wore makeup because it made my skin itch like nothing before and no use spending money on something I wouldn't use. I left the pretty little turquoise house five minutes early so that I'd have time to sign in. Not that it would do any harm but the crew would start teasing me about it and I'd tease back. The museum workers were just a big crew of joksters. They never meant anything by it.

I hopped in my old 1950's Chevy truck and slammed the door shut behind me. By the time I got to the museum it was five to seven. I parked at the back of the museum and ran in. Ted and Mark (Two of the guys) were chatting by the front desk when I came running in. I had no way of knowing, but apparently I looked like I was in a rush because once I came in Ted said, "What's the hurry, your boyfriend waiting for you?" It was just a joke of course, he didn't mean anything by it, but I didn't want to disappoint him so I shot a glare at him before heading behind the desk and signing in, in, 'the big, green, book', as we called it. Thus, my work day began. Driving the backhoe, shoveling rock, tearing out floorboards, putting in new ones, finding a pair of work gloves that fit me, moving the International, etc.

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I finally made it home by 1:15 and the first thing I did was take a long, hot, shower. Mama and Daddy were out somewhere shopping, my brother, Raphael, was off at work, so the only people who were home was Maria and Joe. Joe was short for Johanna.

I was busy humming a tune in the shower when I heard nock on the door and Maria's voice saying, "Can you hurry? I still gotta put the light load of wash in."

I quickly turned the shower off, put my bathrobe on, and ran out of the bathroom so Maria could put the wash in. We only had one water line so we could only do one thing at a time that involved using hot water. I changed into another pair of work jeans, but this time I didn't put my hoody and steel toe boots on. Instead I slipped into a comfortable plaid, coat/shirt. It was a guy shirt but it was cheaper and it had nicer colors. I was about to got put my hunting boots on when I realized it was only 2 o'clock. So I pulled out my guitar and started to tune it. I started to play a few tunes that I knew by heart, such as, Green sleeves, Fur Elise, Ode to joy, Amazing Grace, Polovtsian Dance, and even the Can Can. Before I knew it, it was 10 to 3. I pulled my hair back in a sloppily done Dutch braid, put my boots on, an jumped into my truck. It was exactly three o'clock when I drove into the parking lot and all the students were already on their way home. I walked into the deserted halls of the school searching for my phone. I looked through all of my pockets and finally found it and just as I pulled it out, it buzzed. I flipped it open (Because I couldn't afford a fancier one) and saw that it was a text from Ken, another volunteer.

Hey, um, I'm gonna be a bit late. My car broke down yesterday so my sister is going to drive me.

I knew his sister and, as sweet as she was, she was rarely on time for anything.

Alright. You know, you could of asked me for a ride, you only live a block away.

I texted back.

Yeah, well I didn't want to bother you.

Okay, Mr. Moral Compos.

I teased.

He didn't answer.

I put my phone back in my pocket just as Mr. Thomson came out of his class room.

"Hey, Mr. T." I always called him that.

"Hello, Tegan. Oh, I'm sorry but it's going to be one heck of a job tuning the instruments."

"Oh, another bad day of Orchestra?"

"Unfortunately."

"Well, I guess I better get to it. See 'ya' 'round'."

I waved goodbye and went to the Orchestra room. Randy, the janitor, was busy scrubbing floors when I came in.

"I'll do this room Randy, you can go do the cafeteria."

"Alright. Have fun."

I laughed then sat down on the platform to start tuning the guitars. I plucked the high E string first, turning the, 'tuners', as I called them, back and forth until it sounded right. Then I moved onto the B string, moving up to the G string, then D, then A, then low E. Once it was done I looked around to see if anyone was nearby and when I saw that there wasn't I went back in and sat on the platform. Then I started to play. At first I just plucked a few notes, but then I started to sing one of my favorite songs.

                                                  We both lie sound and still in the dead of night,
                                                  Although we both like close together,
                                                  We feel miles apart inside.

                                                  Was it something I said or something I did,
                                                  Did my words not come out right,
                                                  Though I tried not to hurt you,
                                                  Yeah I tried,
                                                  But I guess that why they say,

                                                  Every rose has it's thorn,
                                                  Just like every night has it's dawn,
                                                  Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song,
                                                  Every rose has it's thorn,
                                                  Yeah it does

I continued singing the verses, just floating away in dreamland. Plucking away at the strings.

                                                  Every rose has it's thorn,
                                                  Just like every night has it's dawn,
                                                  Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song,
                                                  Every rose has it's thorn

I finished singing and plucked the last notes. Dead silence again.

"Gee, I didn't know you could sing."

-Alright, there's the first chapter. Hope you liked it. If you did then would you please consider giving me a vote. Thanks- Anna