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Introduction Melanie’s narration: Melanie: “Welcome to Starry Love
Dream! Let’s go on a journey
together! Here we go!” Opening theme song “Starry Love Dream”
by Starry~en~Luv (Happy dreamy love, wings like a dove) (To the starry night, in the starry light) A dream can’t just stay a dream in my mind It would just be a waste and I would be
in a bind No matter where and how far you have to
go You’ve got to chase your dream so much so Never ever lose sight of the love, of the
dream Let your dream flow like the never-ending
stream I know things are tough and it’s easy to
get sad But as long as we’re together, even if things
go bad I want to sing like a lovebird and touch
your heart (touch my heart) Please stay with me and stay close to my
heart (close to my heart) Starry love dream! I wanna be your
happy dreamy love I wanna spread
my wings like a dove Fly with me all the way to the starry night
Fly to the sky and bask in the starry light I wanna be your
happy dreamy love (happy dreamy love) I wanna spread
my wings like a dove (wings like a dove) Fly with me all the way to the starry night
(to the starry night) Fly to the sky and bask in the starry light
(in the starry light) Starry love dream Hold my hand tight and always stay by my
side Let’s hold onto the dream as we go along
the ride Stay with me, my love, and don’t try to
look back If we lose our way, we’ll always try get
back on track There are so many obstacles to fight your
way through But as long as you believe, your dream will
come true Oh, my love, even if things don’t always
go right We have our love, our dream, never lose
our sight I want to sing like a lovebird and touch
your heart (touch my heart) Please stay with me and stay close to my
heart (close to my heart) Starry love dream! I wanna be your
happy dreamy love I wanna spread
my wings like a dove Fly with me all the way to the starry night
Fly to the sky and bask in the starry light I wanna be your
happy dreamy love (happy dream love) I wanna spread
my wings like a dove (wings like a dove) Fly with me all the way to the starry night
(to the starry night) Fly to the sky and bask in the starry light
(in the starry light) Starry love dream (Happy dreamy love, wings like a dove) (To the starry night, in the starry light) Starry love dream, I love you! The Prologue The sounds of people
cheering filled the air and the sky was filled with twinkling stars,
little tiny stars that floated upwards from a stage, some kind of lovely
special effect. On the stage
were a few young people, maybe in their teenage years, playing different
musical instruments, such as guitars and keyboards.
Different-colored laser beams shot up into the sky in different
directions. On a large screen
above the stage was the face of a famous pop singer. A little girl was singing on the stage and
dancing at the same time, the ribbons of her costume flying around her. Her costume sparkled like diamond dust as she
danced and sang, holding a microphone in her hand. Her costume was pure white and one side of her
skirt was much longer than the other.
She wore a brightly jeweled necklace around her neck and there
was a golden and diamond tiara on her head.
She sparkled like the stars as she sang like a beautiful angel. I wanna
be your happy dreamy love I wanna
spread my wings like a dove Fly with me all the way to the
starry night Fly to the sky and bask in the
starry light I wanna
be your happy dreamy love (happy dream love) I wanna
spread my wings like a dove (wings like a dove) Fly with me all the way to the
starry night (to the starry night) Fly to the sky and bask in the
starry light (in the starry light) Starry love dream (Happy dreamy love, wings like
a dove) (To the starry night, in the
starry light) Starry love dream, I love you! As she finished her song, people cheered
and applauded loudly. The little
girl curtsied adorably and she smiled at everyone who loved her music. “Thank you so much! I’m so happy that you came to my concert tonight!
I want to keep on singing and continue to touch the hearts of
everyone in the whole world! Thank you so much! I love all of you!” said the little girl to
her audience. Someone tapped her on the shoulder once,
but she did not respond at first as she waved to her fans out in the
audience. The person tapped her
shoulder again, this time, much harder and the little girl was puzzled. She turned around to see who it was that was
behind her. It was a woman but her face could not be
seen because of the stage lights that were behind her. “Melanie! It’s
time to wake up! You have to
get ready for school!” “Huh?” was the last thing the little girl
said as the image of the woman in front of her became clear in her mind… “Melanie!” said her maid. Melanie
blinked once and then twice. “Huh?” “You’re
going to be late for school!” Melanie
looked to the side at her alarm clock.
On the clock, it was “Oh,
no, I’m going to be late!” cried Melanie Starry Love Dream Episode 1: I’m
going to a new home, but it scares me… Melanie quickly took a shower. It was too cold and she felt like she was going
to freeze to death. She also
brushed her teeth quickly and fixed up her long brown hair as quickly
as she could. She got dressed
into her school uniform, which was a blue and black plaid skirt, a white
blouse, and a navy blue cardigan, and then she sprayed a little too
much perfume all over her body. She
grabbed her schoolbag and rushed out of her bedroom.
She ran down the stairs like a speeding train and she was about
to pass by the kitchen, where her maid Sylvia Branford was waiting. “Oh,
no, I’m going to be so late for school!
Is Mr. Peters ready to take me there?” she frantically asked,
as she grabbed her lunch bag from the table.
Sylvia was as calm and as cheerful as usual as she told Melanie
her answer. “Mr.
Peters has been waiting outside for you in his car for a while.” “Thank
you! Oh, and see you later, Sylvia!”
shouted Melanie as she burst out of her massive suburban house that
looked like a mansion. “Have
a good day at school, Melanie,” said Sylvia. Melanie
saw the luxury car waiting for her at the front of the house and she
ran towards it. Mr. Peters, her
chauffeur, was waiting for her at the car and he was looking at his
watch. “Mr.
Peters, I’m coming!” Mr.
Peters seemed rather calm and cheerful as well.
“Ah, Miss Melanie, so you are headed for school after all. I would be very happy to give you a ride.” “Thank
you so much, Mr. Peters!” Melanie shouted as she jumped into the back
seat of the car and Mr. Peters closed the door for her.
When Mr. Peters was ready, he began to drive away towards the
private school that Melanie attended. “My
name is Melanie Thompson. I’m
9 years old and I attend Grade 4. I
love singing and songwriting. My
dream is to someday become a beautiful pop singer so that I could touch
the hearts of all the people I love.
I have a journey that I must take.
It’s a journey to make my dream come true.
Won’t you please take this journey with me?” In the car, Melanie thought about that dream
that she had. It was such a good
dream, too, but she had to wake up.
Maybe it might have been better to sleep in. She wished today was Sunday so that she could
continue that lovely dream. She
liked the dream very much and wished that someday, perhaps someday,
it would become real. As
they drove through the city of Up
ahead was the prestigious Apple Hills Private School, which was the
school that Melanie attended. Classes
were to start at “Thank
you so much, Mr. Peters. I really
thought I was going to be late for school.
I still have 5 minutes before class,” she said to him. “It
was no problem at all, Miss Melanie.
You’ve never been late for school before, so I didn’t think there
would be any problems.” Melanie
smiled at him. “You’re right. I better go now. Five minutes can run out quickly if I don’t
get moving, right?” “Of
course, miss. You have a good
day at school,” he said to her with a smile. “You
have a good day, too! Thank you,”
said Melanie. She began to walk
quickly up the steps in front of her school and she went inside. Once she was inside, Mr. Peters got back inside
his car and began to drive away. Melanie got to her class just on-time and
everyone was there already, but the teacher wasn’t there yet. She had been walking very quickly and she felt
exhausted. “Hi,
Melanie!” said one of the girls in the classroom. Melanie smiled and she walked into the class
and sat beside the girl. Melanie
sighed. “Oh, my, I’m so glad
that I’m not late. I’ve never
been late before, so I wouldn’t ever want that to happen,” she said
softly. “Did
you oversleep this morning?” asked the girl.
This was one of Melanie’s best friends and her name was Janice
Love. She was the same age as
Melanie. “Just a little, Janice. I
was having this really beautiful dream. I wish it was the weekend so that I could continue
that dream. Hey, maybe tonight,
when I go to sleep, I’ll continue it.
Wouldn’t that be so totally nice?” said Melanie as she began
to giggle with Janice. “Is
it about that?’ Melanie
knew what she was saying. Janice
knew about Melanie’s dream to become a singer someday. “Yes. Yes,
it is about that,” she said with a bright smile. Another
girl came into the classroom and she was panting. She must have been running all the way to the
classroom. She sat down on the
seat that was on the other side of Melanie and she sighed. “What
a long run! I didn’t realize
that the hallway was that long before!” said the girl.
Melanie and Janice began to giggle at that. Her name was Jenna Hisakawa, a Japanese girl
who was born in Janice
began to laugh. “That’s what
Melanie was having, too,” she said. “Really? Is it about
her singing career?” Jenna said cheerfully. Melanie
blushed. “Oh, please don’t say
it like that. I don’t have a
career yet. It’s still so far away. I’m…still too young to be a singer.” “Too young? Some kids
have already published books at our age.
And some kids are actors and actresses on TV, and some of them
are a lot younger than we are now. Some
of those kids are still babies and they’re already actors and actresses
starring on commercials. And
I know there are a few kids who are singers,” said Janice. “Yeah,”
said Jenna. “There’s no reason
why shouldn’t be a singer.” “That’s
right. I heard about this girl
from “That’s
pretty cool, don’t you think?” Melanie
smiled. “Maybe. I hope you’re right.” “Of
course, I’m right,” said Jenna, and she gave a wink. That’s
when the teacher came in. Their
Grade 4 teacher was Tina Leone. “Good
morning, everyone!” said the teacher with a cheerful tone. “Good
morning, Miss Leone,” said everyone in the entire class. “I’m
sorry that I was late. I was
having a good dream this morning. I
really wish it was Sunday right now so I could sleep in.”
Melanie, Jenna, and Janice all looked at each other and they
began to laugh. “Hey, what’s
so funny over there?” “Oh,
nothing,” said Janice, with an innocent smile. “Well,
okay.” Miss Leone looked at Melanie
and smiled. “Melanie. I’m really looking forward to the Melanie
was suddenly surprised. After
a moment, she looked down and she stared at the top of her desk for
a while. Miss Leone was puzzled. Janice and Jenna were also surprised by what
Miss Leone had told Melanie just now.
They both looked at her and saw that she was bothered by it. “Melanie?” Melanie
looked up and she sighed and she forced herself to smile. “Thank you, Miss Leone. I’ll be sure to tell him that when I see him
tonight,” she whispered. Miss
Leone smiled at her. “Thank you,
Melanie.” She gathered some notes
from her desk and she looked up at her students who were waiting for
the class to begin. “It looks
like everyone’s here. Let’s begin
the class.” Janice
and Jenna looked at Melanie with concern.
They knew exactly why she felt down all of a sudden. Janice and Jenna were sitting on the swings
in the playground at the back of their school. Melanie was sitting down on a bench. It was very quiet for a very long time. Normally, they would be talking a lot about
many things, but the mood was not quite right.
It was a long time before the dead silence between the three
of them was broken. “I
wish your father was not a politician,” said Jenna. Melanie
looked up at her friends. There
was more silence between the three of them for a while.
When she looked up at Jenna and Janice, they had a lot of sadness
in their eyes. She felt a lot
of sadness, too. They all felt
each other’s sadness, for their friendship was extremely close.
It was so close that they could feel each other’s emotions. “If
my father becomes the Premiere of Ontario, if he wins the election,
I have to move from here to There
was more silence between the three of them for a while. Melanie looked down at her shoes and kicked
some sand. “Why
did your dad have to become a politician anyway?” asked Janice. “I
don’t know. But…I think, one
time, he said it was his dream to do something like that,” said Melanie,
who looked down and was sad. “You
could be a politician. But you
don’t have to run for Premiere, you know.” “That’s
true, too,” said Melanie. “But…I
think…” Jenna
and Janice looked up at Melanie when she didn’t finish what she was
going to say. “What is it, Melanie?” “I
think that’s what my Papa wanted to do.
He said to me one time that it was his dream to serve the people
of There
was silence for a while. It was
her father’s dream? “Oh,
I see…” said Janice. “Your
father wants to fulfill his dreams,” said Jenna. “You want to fulfill your dreams. I guess…that’s what everyone has to do. That’s what everyone should do. If it’s your father’s dream to lead everyone
into a better future, then that’s what he has to do, right?” Melanie
nodded to that. “That’s right…” “So
what are you going to do, Melanie?” asked Janice. Melanie
looked up and her eyes were a little damp.
“I don’t know what to do. It’s
my father. It’s my father’s dream. I want him to be happy. But…it would mean that I have to leave you behind!” Jenna
and Janice stared at Melanie with sad faces. “I
don’t want to go. But if he wins,
that means I have to.” Tears
began to stream down Melanie’s little face.
“You two, you’re my best friends.
I don’t want to leave you behind…I love you both too much to
leave you behind.” Jenna
and Janice stood up from the swing and they sat at either side of Melanie
quickly and held her in their arms.
Melanie began to cry and Jenna and Janice were starting to cry
as well. “I’ll do my best to serve all of you, my
fellow citizens,” said Mark Thompson, who was running for the position
of Premiere of Ontario. He stood
in front of a podium as he addressed a crowd that held signs showing
their full support for Mr. Thompson. “I’m
a citizen of People
began to cheer and some of them began to chant “Mark Thompson for Ontario
Premiere!” Mark waved at all
of his supporters. His speech
was broadcasted throughout the many millions of households that were
in the When
the speech was over, his wife, Sarah Thompson stood beside him and gave
him a hug and a kiss. “It’s
all over now for all your competitors, Mark.
I just know that you have already won the election,” Sarah told
him. “We
can’t celebrate yet. But when
that time comes, I’m going to treat you to candlelight dinner,” said
Mark who smiled and Sarah held his hand. “You’re
still a darling romantic at your age,” she said to him. “Oh,
come on. I’m not that old,” Mark
said with a smile, and Sarah smiled with him. Melanie watched the same speech on television
one night. She learned very quickly
from the news reports that her father had the favor of a very large
majority of the “Melanie?”
said Sylvia as she appeared at the entrance into the living room. Melanie
slowly looked up and saw her there.
“Sylvia…” she said softly. “Are
you okay?” she said, looking a little bit concerned. Melanie
sighed softly and she hesitated, and then she nodded her head and smiled
slightly. She didn’t really want
to talk about anything with anyone at the moment.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you, Sylvia,” she answered. Sylvia
smiled at her. “That’s good. Do you need anything? Do you want some juice or maybe some hot chocolate?” “Oh,
no, I’m okay. Thank you, Sylvia.” “Okay. Please let me know if you need anything.” Melanie
nodded. “Thank you,” she said
with a voice that was even softer. Sylvia
headed back to her other activities.
Melanie turned her attention back to the television. She
turned off the television and hugged tightly the teddy bear that she
had with her. She closed her
eyes. A part of her wished that the election would
not allow her father to win. But
that would be selfish of her. It
meant that her father’s dream would not be fulfilled, so she pushed
that away as hard as she could. “I’ll
do anything to help make my Papa’s dream come true. You have to make your dreams come true. There’s no other way,” she whispered to herself. The day of the election came, and many people
were lining up at voting stations across the province. People took their voting cards and chose the
person that they wanted to lead the When
those ballot boxes were filled out, government workers began to tally
up the votes that were on those cards.
They counted the number of people that voted for each candidate
for Ontario Premiere. Those numbers
were then sent to City Hall in the city of Very
soon, the results of the voting days would be added together, and the
new leader of “My father. Mark Thompson. He is the new Premiere of Melanie was visiting the Royal Conservatory
of Music in “Miss
Tran, I’m so sorry, but I can no longer be a student here. Mark Thompson, my father, is now the Premiere
of Ontario. I’m sure you know
about that already because it’s all over the news.
Because he’s the new Premiere, and the Premiere’s office is in
Melanie
put her head down and her eyes became misty.
It was hard to get those words out.
She had to speak directly from the heart but it was still very
difficult for her because it made her feel so sad.
Angela Tran stood up from her chair and she began to walk towards
her little student. “Melanie. You are the best student I’ve ever had. I want you to know that. I am sorry that you are leaving me, that you’re
leaving us,” said Miss Tran. “Please
look up at me.” Melanie
tried her best to look up and when she did, a few tears came down from
her eyes. “You knew you were
going to be sad. You knew that
this would happen. And yet, you
still supported your father. Why
is that, Melanie?” “Because…because
it is my father’s dream. It’s
his dream to lead the people of “That’s
what you must do, too, Melanie. It
may not happen now, but it can happen in the future. You must believe in yourself. That is what I want you to do. He fulfilled his dream. Now you must fulfill yours, even if you have
to leave us at this music school. I
have taught you so much already. I’m
not sure if there is anything left to teach you.
You’re a great singer to me, Melanie.
I hope you’ll keep on singing and touch people’s hearts like
you have touched mine.” Melanie
moved forward and embraced Miss Tran, who patted her on the head and
smiled. “Fulfill
your dream, Melanie Thompson.” Melanie
nodded and she silently promised that she will do her best. “By the way, I did not vote for your father. But, I guess one vote is usually never enough
to make a difference. And I think
you know why I didn’t vote for him.” She
did not vote for him because of the extremely remote chance that even
one vote can make Mark Thompson would not win the election. But since most people voted for him, it would
not have done anything. She wanted
Melanie to stay. That is what
would have happened, if Mark Thompson had not won the election. She would have stayed. Melanie
pulled away from Miss Tran and she smiled slightly. “I’ll do my best, Miss Tran…” she whispered
softly. “You’re
in my heart, Melanie,” said the vocal teacher. Melanie
hesitated for a long time, and then she started for the door. When she got to the door, she turned back at
Miss Tran one last time, and that’s when Miss Tran smiled at her. “Be
brave, my dear…” said Miss Tran. Melanie
smiled as well through her sad eyes.
“Goodbye…” With
that, Melanie exited through the door.
She walked down a long hallway that led her to the front lobby. When she got there, she exited through the front
door and her chauffeur Mr. Peters was waiting for her there. She hesitated. When she got to the sidewalk, she looked back
at the music school, for this was the last time that she would see this
school. “I’ll
do my best…” Melanie whispered, and then she turned towards Mr. Peters. “Are
we ready, Miss Melanie?” asked Mr. Peters. Melanie
hesitated, and then she nodded. “Let’s
go.” Mr.
Peters smiled and nodded as well as he opened the door into the car
and Melanie went inside. When
Mr. Peters was inside the car, he started the engine, while Melanie
in the back seat kept her gaze down at her hands which were clasped
together on her lap. The
limousine began to drive away. All of Melanie’s bags were packed and ready
to go. They were loaded into
a limousine by Mr. Peters. Her
parents had already left for the city of “Miss
Melanie, it’s time,” said Mr. Peters. Melanie
was with Janice and Jenna. They
had come to her home to bid her farewell.
She looked up at them and ran into them and all three of them
embraced each other with tears and sobs. “We’re
going to miss you, Melanie,” said Jenna. “Melanie,
don’t forget to write to us every once in a while,” said Janice. Melanie
pulled away from them and she nodded and she did her best to smile a
little. “I’m going to miss both of you two. And I won’t forget to write letters to you.
I love you both so much. You will always be my best friends, no matter
how far away from each other we are.” Jenna
and Janice smiled at her through their tears.
“We love you, too, Melanie…” said Jenna. “Hey,
promise us something. Promise
us that you’ll fulfill that dream of yours.
Your dream to become a singer,” said Janice. Melanie
smiled, too. “I promise. I promise to become a singer someday. And when that day comes, we’ll be together again,
right?” “That’s
right,” they both said to her. Melanie
looked at them for a very long time and she wiped away the tears that
were at hear eyes. She sighed
softly. “I’ll do my very best. My dream…is to become a pop singer. I want to reach people’s hearts all over the
world with my songs. I want to
convey my feelings through my music.
I’ll do my best to make my dream come true.” Jenna
smiled at her, wiping her own tears away.
“I can’t wait for that day, Melanie, when you do become a professional
singer.” “It’s
going to be years from now, but that doesn’t matter,” said Janice. “We’ll wait for you. When that time comes, we’ll be together again.” “That’s
right,” said Jenna. “We’ll be
together again.” Tears
came down Melanie’s cheeks again and she looked at them with sadness. “We’ll be together again…” she whispered. One
more embrace. After that, Melanie
went into the limousine and Mr. Peters got ready to drive away. Melanie looked at her friends one more time
and she waved at them from inside the limousine, and they waved back
at her. Then the limousine started to drive away, towards
the airport. Things were moving so quickly that Melanie
hardly had any time to think. She
had moved into her new home in a very prestigious neighborhood in the
middle of She
was also set up for a new private school.
The new school was called Melanie
woke up but she was not dreaming about herself singing on stage. In fact, she did not even remember the dreams
that she had last night. She
got ready for school day. She
took a shower, brushed her teeth, washed her hair, and did everything
else that she needed to do, including having her breakfast.
She did not rush at all, since she had awakened much earlier
than usual. Her maid Sylvia, who moved with her family as
well, cooked very good breakfast for her this morning. She
had been going to her new school for a week now. Her school uniform was a plain navy blue jumper
skirt and a white blouse. She
thought it was not as nice as the one that she wore in her previous
school but she did not tell anyone that. “How
is the breakfast, Melanie?” asked Sylvia. Melanie
smiled at her. “You’re such a
good cook, Sylvia. I hope I can
cook like you someday.” Sylvia
was a little bit surprised and laughed.
“I thought you can already. I
taught you lots of things on how to cook.” “I
know. But I’m sure that I’m still
not as good as you are now. I
still have much to learn.” Sylvia
smiled at the little girl. “You
better hurry. Mr. Peters is waiting
for you outside to take you to your school.” Melanie
nodded. “Yes, ma’am!” she said
cheerfully and sweetly. By
the time she was finished, Melanie carried her schoolbag and her lunch
bag and she exited the house through the front, where Mr. Peters was
waiting for her. “Miss
Melanie. Are we ready?” asked
the chauffeur. Melanie
smiled at him. “Good morning,
Mr. Peters. Yes, I’m ready now.” She was led to the limousine and she went inside.
Mr. Peters went into the driver’s side of the vehicle and began
to drive away towards Melanie’s school, Melanie was in class and she listened intently
to what the teacher was saying. A
week ago, on the first day of school, Melanie introduced herself to
the new teacher cheerfully and with a warm smile, but Miss Langley just
told her coldly to take a seat. She
wondered what that was all about. Melanie was in the classroom that was still
empty of students. It was her
first day in this new school and she was a little scared, but she tried
to look as positive as she could. The
principal, Mr. Peter O’Reilly had told her to wait here until the teacher,
Miss Katrina Langley, arrived. A
few students started to come into the classroom. They noticed her while she was standing near
the teacher’s desk. Two or three
of them looked at her and she tried to smile but they just looked away. One of them was a girl with dark hair and a
red ribbon tied into it. That
girl looked at her for a long time and then when Melanie looked at her,
the girl looked away. There was
another girl with long, beautiful, blonde hair and when she looked at
Melanie, who tried to smile, the girl just looked away as well.
There was also a very good-looking boy that looked at her once,
and she tried to smile at him, but he just ignored her in a seemingly
cold way. Melanie
noticed the teacher, Miss Langley, standing outside. She was talking to the principal. She guessed that they were talking about her
as a new student. Miss Langley
didn’t look too excited. When
the principal left, Miss Langley went into the classroom. “Good
morning, class,” said the teacher. “Good
morning, Miss Langley,” said a few of the students. Then,
Miss Langley looked at Melanie for a while, but it was a strange look
that lingered. There appeared
to be no expression on her face. Melanie
felt slightly uncomfortable, but she did her best to push that feeling
away. Melanie
smiled cheerfully. “Good morning,
Miss Langley. I’m your new student,
Melanie Thompson,” she said, also cheerfully. Miss
Langley just stared at her for a few more seconds. Melanie felt as if she had just done something
wrong and was beginning to shrink from feeling embarrassed. The other students looked at her, too, as if
she had just done something strange. “Please
have a seat right over there, Melanie,” said the teacher, pointing at
a vacant desk near the center of the classroom.
And then she proceeded to sit down at the teacher’s desk without
giving Melanie a second look. Melanie
hesitated, but then she quickly went to her new desk. Of course, it was empty because it was the first
time she ever used it. She sat
quietly like a lady, her hands clasped together on her lap. But she felt people’s eyes staring at her from
every direction. It was starting
to become quite uncomfortable. And
the most uncomfortable part was that Miss Langley did not sound like
she was going to make Melanie feel better. A few days ago, Melanie volunteered to answer
the questions that the teacher, Katrina Langley, threw at the Grade
4 class, but she never acknowledged her, even when she was the only
one whose hand went up. Miss
Langley largely ignored Melanie. Miss Langley was writing a math problem
on the chalkboard. It was Melanie’s
second day in her new school and in this class. “Okay,
here’s a problem. Who can tell
me the answer to this one?” asked the teacher. It
was a particularly hard problem. No
one was raising their hand. Miss
Langley started to look slightly disappointed.
“Nobody wants to raise their hand?
So, nobody can answer this question?” Melanie
looked around. Some of the students
seemed to shrink further into their seats just in case Miss Langley
started picking out volunteers. The
question was a difficult one and they did not know how they would answer
it. She
looked behind her. There was
a boy who looked very calm and he was writing in his notes and looking
up at the blackboard, but he seemed to have trouble answering the question,
too. She looked to left and saw a girl with long,
blonde hair who was staring at the chalkboard and then looking at her
math textbook. She looked to
the left and slightly behind and saw the girl who almost always had
a red ribbon in her hair. She
looked at the chalkboard with a frustrated stare. Melanie
hesitated, and then she slowly raised her hand.
She did not raise her hand all the way.
Miss Langley looked at her and saw that she was volunteering
to answer the question. However,
Miss Langley just sighed and erased the question. “Oh,
well, that’s alright. I’ll try
another problem. This one did
look kind of hard,” said the teacher. Melanie
was puzzled. Miss Langley knew
she wanted to answer the question but she did not acknowledge her. She felt quite embarrassed and felt like sinking
deeper into her chair so that no one would see her. And the other students didn’t talk to her
either. But Melanie sensed that
the reason why the students ignored her was totally different from the
reason why her own teacher ignored her. “Hey,
Melanie,” said one of the boys. Melanie
turned towards that boy. He whispered
to her with a delighted smile. “Congratulations
to your dad for winning the election. My mom and dad voted for him, you know.” “Mr.
Castro!” shouted the teacher, and the boy stiffened and stood at attention. “Yes,
ma’am!” he said. “I
don’t want to hear any talk about the new so-called Premiere of Ontario!” “Yes, ma’am! I’m sorry,
ma’am!” “Now
take a seat, please.” “Yes, ma’am.” The boy
took a seat once again. He dared
not to look at Melanie again, for he might get into trouble. Melanie wondered what that was all about.
It seemed that Miss Langley did not like her father, Premiere
Mark Thompson. Did she vote for
someone else? Was she angry because
the person she voted for was not the one who won the election? During
lunch period, no one sat with her. She
ate her lunch by herself in a corner table in the cafeteria. Some students passed her by. Most of them might have just smiled, said hello,
or just ignored her. But there
were a strange few who kept their distance as if she was an alien from
another planet. And there were
also a few who seemed to be hostile towards her but not in words. They would look at her like she was some kind
of freak. There was a cold atmosphere. “What
a strange school…” Melanie whispered, as she ate her food quietly. “I
think things were just starting to get better again for me after a little
while. I was just getting used
to my new school and my new home and the city I lived in.
But pretty soon, things would get just as bad before. Oh, actually…things started to get even worse
than before. One month after
I started school, my life would dramatically change once again…” Premiere Thompson stood in his office, looking
at the distant “How
is something like this happening? After
only one and a half months of being the Premiere of Ontario. How is something like this happening?” On
several city newspapers that were spread out across his large desk,
there were very strange headlines on the front pages. “New
Premiere of “Allegations
of Corruption Against Premiere.” “Premiere
Thompson Accused of Fraud” “Why
Is The Premiere So Rich? Millions of Provincial Dollars Missing” “Accusations
of Fraud Against The New Premiere of Some
of the men behind him left the office.
Mr. Thompson looked once again at the hateful messages that were
on the newspapers. “How could
something like this happen?” One
of the men in his office spoke out.
“Mr. Premiere, we will make sure that those who are making these
false accusations eat their words. These
allegations, we all know that they are not true!” Another
one spoke in defense of Premiere Thompson.
“You have done very well to run for election and you did your
best to win, too! Whoever said
that you cheated your way into winning this office is absurd!
We’ll make sure to conduct an investigation immediately.” Premiere
Thompson was quiet and looked down as he sat down on a couch. His officials were not really sure what else
to say to him. “I
wanted to lead this province into a better future. And this is what happens?” “Maybe
it’s one of your competitors, Mr. Premiere,” said another politician. “That
is why we should conduct an investigation immediately,” said another. Premiere
Thompson looked up and stood up at them.
“Because of these…accusations against me that have no basis,
we are all vulnerable to the lashings out of the press.
My daughter will also be vulnerable to their lashing out. I have to make sure that she is protected.” “That’s
easier said than done,” said one politician. “I
suppose she could live with one of your wife’s relatives, sir,” said
another. Premiere
Thompson sighed. “Relatives,
huh? That
old woman?” He put his
hand on his face and shook his head.
But he felt that there was no choice.
“Fine. Call Sarah and
have her contact me immediately.” “Yes, sir.” Premiere
Thompson stood up and he walked over to the window that had a beautiful
view of the lakeshore area of the city of “First,
these false accusations start flying around, and now, I have to send
my sweet and gentle little daughter away to my wife’s mother, who is
probably the strictest woman on the face of the planet?
This is just…unbelievable.” Reporters were frantically trying to get
to Premiere Thompson, his wife Sarah, and their daughter Melanie, who
carried a doll with her. Questions
were flying out all over the place.
Questions came from left, right, and center.
It was chaotic and Melanie tried to close her eyes to try to
pretend that they were not there. She was led by her parents into Mr. Peters’
limousine. The parents went inside
as well. The
reporters were asking so many questions!
Their voices were overlapping and it was impossible to make sense
of what they were saying or asking.
Cameras were flashing as they took pictures of Premiere Thompson,
his wife, and his daughter. There
were so many pictures being taken that it felt wrong somehow.
It was like a gross violation of privacy. “No
comment, except this. All of
these accusations against me are false!
It is my will to lead The
reporters tried to get him to open the window, but Mr. Peters stepped
on the gas and the vehicle began to drive away.
Melanie was scared. Sarah
held her in her arms and she could tell that the little girl was scared
to death. “What
is going on, Mama, Papa? Why
is this happening?” she asked. Mark
glanced down at Melanie and sighed.
“Some people will do anything to try to bring down your dream,”
he said softly. Sarah
sighed as well and she held her daughter even harder. “Melanie, things will be okay. Don’t worry.
We’ll do our best to protect you in every way we can.” “I
wish we didn’t have to do this. I
didn’t trust that woman before and I certainly do not trust her now. In fact, there is no way in hell that I’m going
to trust in the future either,” said her father. Sarah
became upset suddenly. “Mark,
please don’t talk about my mother that way.
She is your mother-in-law, you know.” “I
know. But she was the one that…” Melanie
looked up at her father and was wondering what he was about to say next. She saw her mother’s hand on her father’s hand,
stopping him from speaking. “You
have to let that go, my dear. Whether
you like it or not, she is a mother to you, too, because you are my
husband. I know it’s hard to
let something like that go, but you have to try, my dear. You have to try, because she’s my mother,” said
Sarah, who looked down at Melanie, who looked frightened. “Melanie, don’t worry, my darling. You’ll be safe with my mother, who is your grandmother.
She will do her best to take care of you.” “I’ve
never met Grandma Annabelle,” said Melanie.
“Why do I have to live with her now?” “I’m
so sorry, Melanie. But the reason
why you have to live with my mother is because we need to protect you,”
said Sarah. “Protect
me? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Mark
held Melanie’s little hand. “Melanie.
You must try to understand. There
are people in this world who will try to take your dream away from you. And that’s what they are trying to do to me.
My dream was to make a better future for “We
want them to leave you alone,” said Sarah.
“This is something that your father and I must face ourselves
and deal with. We will correct
the wrong that is happening here. But
we don’t want you to get hurt by any of it, so we have to ask that you
live with my mother for a while, until things have settled down.
You must be protected.” “You
are so precious to us. We do
not want anything bad to happen to you.” “That
is how much we love you, my dear Melanie.” Melanie
began to cry and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t want to be far away from you, Mama,
Papa!” she cried out as she put her head down on her mother’s lap and
sobbed. “My friends have been
taken away. Now my family’s being
taken away, too…” Mark
and Sarah comforted her by holding her close to them. “No,
Melanie. I won’t allow it,” said
Mark. “No one is going to tear
this family apart. No one! I promise you that we will be together once
again.” “Papa…Mama…”
Melanie whispered as she cried. Mark
and Sarah continued to hold her. Eventually, their limousine reached a small
house in the neighborhood of Thornhill, which was just beyond the city
limits of Mr.
Peters opened the doors for his passengers.
When Melanie stepped out of the car, she noticed that there was
an elderly woman standing at the door of the small house. Mark and Sarah were talking to that elderly
woman for a minute, but the elderly woman just nodded at what they were
saying. She did not say anything
at all. Sarah
smiled and motioned Melanie to come closer, and she complied. She walked slowly and her face was slightly
downcast because she felt very shy.
She stood at the bottom of the steps that led up to the front
porch of the little house with her feet together and her hands clasped
together in front of her. “Melanie,
I want you to meet my mother. Grandma
Annabelle. Your grandmother,”
said Sarah. “You’re
going to be living with her for a while,” said Mark. Melanie
looked up slowly and looked at her grandmother’s face. She had a very stern-looking face, as if she
was very serious and had not smiled in years.
She wore an old-fashioned skirt and blouse and she wore a white
pendant that bore a small black and white picture of her when she was
much younger. Her arms were crossed
against her chest. Grandma Annabelle
stared into Melanie’s eyes with a very serious look in her face. Melanie
was startled. “Um…good
morning, Grandma Annabelle. I’m…so
glad to finally meet you.” Melanie
held the sides of her skirt and she curtsied like a small lady. When she looked up again at Grandma Annabelle,
she noticed that there was no reaction. Mark and Sarah waited. Grandma
Annabelle looked over Melanie’s head and shot a chilling look at Mr.
Peters. “Mr.
Peters!” she said loudly. Her
voice was so full of authority and strictness that it made Melanie flinch. She held her hands together even more tightly
as she got even more nervous. Mr.
Peters was alarmed. “Yes, Miss
“Please
bring her belongings inside,” Grandma ordered. “Right
away, miss,” Mr.
Peters brought all of Melanie’s belongings into her new room that was
on the second floor of the house. It
was a small room, much smaller than the one that she had in her new
house in downtown Melanie
walked down the stairs and Mark and Sarah were at the door. She ran towards them and hugged them, while
Grandma Annabelle looked on intensely.
She tried not to cry as she covered her eyes with her sleeves. “Mama,
Papa…” “Be
strong, Melanie,” said her father. “Grandma
will take care of you. She has
agreed to help us protect you from the press, from the unwanted attention
that they will give us. In this
house, you will always be protected.” “We
promise that we would visit as much as we can, Melanie,” said her mother. “Let’s write letters to each other so that we
can always keep in touch. And
you know our phone number at home so you can call us anytime, okay?” Sarah’s eyes were starting to become misty as
she embraced her daughter. Mr.
Peters was at the door. “Sir,
ma’am, we need to get to City Hall very soon,” he said.
Sarah and Mark pulled away and they were starting to leave, while
Melanie looked on. “Mama,
Papa, please come back soon…” she whispered.
“And Papa?” Mark
looked back. “What is it, Melanie?” Melanie
smiled through her misty eyes. “Please
fulfill your dream once again,” she said softly. Mark
smiled slightly and he nodded. “I
will do my best. We love you,
Melanie.” “I
love you, Mama, Papa…” With that,
both her mother and her father went inside the limousine and Mr. Peters
began to drive away. Melanie
watched the car disappear around a corner and she put her hands on her
heart. She missed them already and she felt an ache
in her heart. “Melanie.” Melanie
was startled and she turned around. “Close
the door. Bugs will get inside
the house,” Grandma ordered. “Yes, Grandma. I’m sorry,”
said Melanie, as she closed the door.
She stood at the door and looked at her Grandma who began to
walk towards the kitchen. “Make
sure you shower and change your clothes.
Please wash your hands as well.
I will not have you eating dinner with hands that have been touching
your eyes, because I’m sure you have been crying all day,” said Grandma
in a very strict tone. Melanie
was startled a little bit again. “Oh,
um…” She looked around. “Are
you expecting a maid to help you?” “No,
Grandma. I don’t need a maid.” “Then
what are you standing there for?” Melanie
was feeling scared. “I’ll do
as you ask, Grandma…” she whispered and she began to go up the stairs. She took a shower, but the bathroom was strange
to her, because it was much smaller and not as luxurious. She changed into an elaborate sundress with
ribbons and flowery designs. She
also made sure that her hands were as clean as possible. When
she was done, she went downstairs and she went into the kitchen, which
was not as nice as the one she was used to.
Grandma Annabelle sat down at the dinner table. She had already put down Melanie’s dinner plate
on the table. “Come. Sit down and eat,” said Grandma. “Yes,
Grandma,” Melanie whispered. She
sat down and began to eat her chicken noodle soup.
While she was eating, Grandma spoke once more. “While
you are in this house, there is no need for you to dress so elaborately. A simple shirt and shorts would have been just
fine.” Melanie
hesitated and then she nodded. “Yes, Grandma.” But
that would be the last thing that Grandma would say to her for the rest
of the dinner time. Melanie went into her room and she sat down
on the side of the bed. She went
to the window and looked outside. It
was very quiet. There were many
other houses but they were all rather small compared to the ones that
she was used to. An occasional car would pass by on the street
in front of the house. But other
than that, it was very quiet. Melanie
closed her eyes and looked like she was in pain. “Why
are all these things happening?” she whispered to herself. “It…scares me…I miss my friends. I miss my song teacher. I miss my Mama and Papa. I feel like…I feel like everything is going
to break any minute. The whole
world around me…” She
sat down on the chair at the study table and she took out some paper
and a pen. She began to think
of something. After thinking for a few minutes, she began
to write something on the paper pad.
The very first thing that she wrote on top of the page was “My
Heart”. But
she would not stop there. She
continued writing lines of text on the paper pad.
Every so often, she stopped to think or she stopped to read what
she had written. She began to
hum to herself a song that was being created in her heart and her mind. My
heart, oh, my heart, I feel like it’s been broken Shattered
pieces blown away, forgotten and forsaken Carried
away by the cold wind of the winter storm That
took my life away, too much pain to form I
feel like the whole world has crashed around me I
want to hide away, to a place where I can be free But
it might be nothing more than a cruel illusion The
cold world’s chill has broken my concentration If
only there was a way to pick up the pieces and move on (If only there
was a way) If
only there was a way to dream again and carry on (If only there was) Why
does my heart continue to dream despite it all? (Why does it continue?) The
starry love dream, I hope would give me a call (Oh, the starry love
dream!) The End (to be
continued) Ending theme song “My Heart” by Starry~en~Luv My heart, oh, my heart, I feel like it’s
been broken Shattered pieces blown away, forgotten and
forsaken Carried away by the cold wind of the winter
storm That took my life away, too much pain to
form I feel like the whole world has crashed
around me I want to hide away, to a place where I
can be free But it might be nothing more than a cruel
illusion The cold world’s chill has broken my concentration If only there was a way to pick up the pieces
and move on (If only there was a way) If only there was a way to dream again and
carry on (If only there was) Why does my heart continue to dream despite
it all? (Why does it continue?) The starry love dream, I hope would give
me a call (Oh, the starry love dream!) (My heart must love again…) Why do I still dream when my heart has been
broken? Will my dreams be nothing but a memory forgotten? Please help me find another way to realize
my dream Push away the cold currents of the torrential
stream (My heart) This is my life, my wish, my
world, and my heart (My heart) Help me find a way to mend the
pieces of my heart My heart must love again! So far away, even if you’re so far away
from me I‘ll never forget you, I’ll fulfill my promise,
you see I feel sad and I feel lonely, like I’m the
only one here But I know that you’re here, to chase away
my fear My heart is longing for you; I don’t want
to be alone We have to bear the pain, the sadness, the
hurt, all alone Oh, I want to keep dreaming, oh, I want
to keep singing Diamond dust flying in the sky, my broken
heart is crying There is a way to pick up the pieces and
move on (There is a way) There is a way to dream again and carry
on (There is always a way) My heart needs to continue to dream despite
it all (My heart must continue) The starry love dream, I know it will give
me a call (Oh, the starry love dream!) (My heart must love again…) Why do I still dream when my heart has been
broken? Will my dreams be nothing but a memory forgotten? Please help me find another way to realize
my dream Push away the cold currents of the torrential
stream (My heart) This is my life, my wish, my
world, and my heart (My heart) Help me find a way to mend the
pieces of my heart My heart must love again! (My heart, oh, my heart!) This is my life,
my wish, my world, and my heart (Love again, oh, love again!) Help me find
a way to mend the pieces of my heart My heart must love again! Preview for Next
Episode Melanie’s narration: Melanie: “Oh, my! So many things have happened in such a short
time already! I feel like my
head is spinning totally out of control and it won’t stop! Aaaaaahhhhh!” Melanie: “Because they want to
protect me from the awful rumors that are making my father look bad
to the public, I was sent away to live with my Grandma Annabelle! She seems…really scary! It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her. But at least, I’m still going to the same school. At least, that hasn’t changed. But who knows what else might happen? Too many things have happened already. In my new school, I thought things might get
better, but things are still getting worse.
How much worse could my life get?
Now, I feel like my entire school is against me! I feel like some of the other kids there are
against me and I feel like even my own teacher is against me! It’s awful!
And I’ve been there for only a couple of months! What am I supposed to do? Melanie: “Next time on Starry
Love Dream! Episode 2: It’s so sad, nobody here likes me!” |
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