Chapter 8

   "Melody! Could you come down here?" I hear my mother call me.

   "Yes!" I reply and scurry downstairs. I trip on the last step but quickly regain my balance. "What is it?"

   "I've been thinking about things..." She says and then pauses, "You are no longer grounded to your room, but I still don't think you can march, just yet."

   "What do you mean by that?" I ask fiddling with my thumbs as a huge grin sneaks up to my face.

   "I am considering some thoughts and facts I've heard from a few of your friends and I'm deciding whether or not their conference was convincing enough."

   I frown and look down at the ground that I remembered being grey wood flooring. "How convincing were they?"

   "Very, very convincing. Just not extremely convincing." She says and I picture her smirking down at me. I squint my eyes and plaster a confused look on my face.

   "What do you mean by that?!"

   "Just," she groans, "Ah, Melody, you're giving me a migraine. I'm going to go lie down." I hear footsteps and before the shutting of a door my mom moans, "So, many questions..." Then she mutters so softly it's almost indistinguishable, "She's going to band practice..."