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Last time on Starry
Love Dream! Melanie and Hazel’s narration: Melanie: “My name is Melanie!
I’m 9 years old and I attend Grade 4 and I would like to become
a singer!” Hazel: “Do you always have to
say that every single start of an episode?” Melanie: “Why? What’s wrong with it? You have to start an episode properly, don’t
you? It has to start with my
dream to be a singer!” Hazel: “Oh, well, okay. If it’s about your dream, then that should be
okay!” Melanie: “Thank you, Hazel!” Hazel: “No problem!” Melanie: “Wait! I have to do the review first!” Hazel: “You’re forgetting things.” Melanie: “Anyways…last time,
I met a new friend and her name is Hazel!
She’s really nice. And
I really hope that we can be very, very good friends.
No matter what happens, I hope that she and I will always be
together! And you know what,
I think my teacher Miss Langley is starting to like me, even if it’s
just a little bit. She had me
answer a question in class for the first time!
Oh, another thing, I was a little sad that some of Hazel’s own
friends abandoned her just because she began to make friends with me!” Hazel: “Now, let’s not worry
about that. If they really were
my friends, they wouldn’t have said those mean things about you.” Melanie: “You have such a good
heart, Hazel. I hope that things
will be okay for you though.” Hazel: “Oh, don’t worry about
it! Everything will be cool! I promise!” Melanie: “Thank you so much,
Hazel! And now, for Starry Love
Dream, I wonder what’s going to happen next!
Stay tuned!” 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 Melanie’s alarm clock was ringing but she
was already awake. She had awakened
at least an hour before her alarm clock tried to do its job. She was sitting at her window in her bedroom
so she walked over to the alarm clock and turned off the alarm function. It
was another beautiful day outside. She
had opened the curtains wide open so that she could feel the warmth
of the gentle sun rays. She put
on her slippers and then she did what she usually did in the morning
to get ready for the day. She
changed into her school uniform and she got her schoolbag ready. She went down the stairs and she left her schoolbag
at the door. She went to the
kitchen and saw Grandma Annabelle there. “Good
morning, Grandma,” said Melanie, with a happy smile on her face. Grandma
did not say anything at first and Melanie was starting to feel a little
uncomfortable again. Then, Grandma
turned around and looked at her. Without
a smile, she responded. “Good
morning, Melanie. Please have
your breakfast now.” Melanie
wondered if Grandma was always like that.
She would be very strict, and yet say nice things but without
a nice look on her face. Sometimes,
she wonders if she even meant the nice things she said, though they
were very few. “Thank
you,” said Melanie as she sat down to have her breakfast. Grandma
sat down as well to read the newspaper.
When she saw an article that was about Melanie’s father, she
quickly turned the page, for she did not wish to see it. If she saw it, she would just become upset about
it, and she did not want to be upset this morning. There
was no conversation. Melanie
finished her breakfast and put the used dining materials on the kitchen
sink and was going to start washing it. “That’s
fine, Melanie. Leave them there
and I will take care of them,” said Grandma, without looking up from
the newspaper. Melanie
stopped. “Oh, okay, Grandma,
but I would be happy to do it though, if you want me to.” “Like
I said, I will take care of them.” Melanie
was startled slightly. “Okay,
Grandma.” She headed for the
exit of the kitchen. “I’m going
to school now. I hope you have a good day,” she said with a
smile. There
was no response. Melanie
got ready to leave. She put on
her shoes and took her schoolbag and lunch bag, and she left the house. She began to walk down the sidewalk towards
her school. “I
wonder if Grandma Annabelle has always been like that. I have never seen her smile and I have never
seen her sad or happy about anything.
Most of the time, it looks like she doesn’t have any emotions,
and sometimes, the only emotions she looks like she has is getting angry. It’s…kind of scary. She’s been angry at me before, and she’s really
scary when she gets angry. I
wonder what’s on her mind and in her heart that she’s almost always
so calm and strict at the same time.
Is that just the way she is or is there something more to it? But anyways, when I fulfill my dreams to become
a singer when I’m older, maybe she might listen to my songs and maybe
they will touch her heart. I
hope they do. And then…maybe
Grandma and I can have a better relationship, because right now…it looks
like we don’t even have one.” Melanie
looked up at the sky. It was
a clear day and the birds were chirping.
It was a little bit cool in the morning, but it felt very good. Later on, it will be quite warm. The sun was shining in the sky and Melanie smiled. “It’s
a really good day today…” she said softly. Melanie
almost giggled and she sighed with a slight smile on her gentle face. She started to walk a little faster towards
her school. Starry Love Dream Episode 4: The
first time people here heard me sing Grandma Annabelle put down the newspaper
as she thought about what Melanie has been for the last few days. She smiled slightly as she thought about her. Since the day that Melanie met a little girl
named Hazel Callaway, who was apparently her classmate, she seemed to
be happier lately. Grandma was
glad that her granddaughter had made friends with someone, and is now
no longer as depressed as she was before. It
was difficult to look at Melanie before because of the sadness that
she was always showing through her face.
Even though she tried to hide it with a smile, it still showed
through her eyes. “That
little girl has found some happiness.
I just hope that it lasts,” she said softly. Then
she noticed that the picture of Premiere Thompson was on the newspaper
and she frowned. She sighed and
shook her head. “Mark. What a fool.
I’m not going to let you take away Melanie’s happiness again. Just like you’ve done so many times in the last
few months.” Grandma
closed the newspaper and she stood up.
She began to wash the dishes that were left in the kitchen sink. Hazel was standing at the front of the school
property as a car drove away. She
waved at the car as it drove away. Her
mother, who was driving the car, had dropped her off at school. After a few minutes of waiting and sitting down
on the steps that led up to the entrance of the school, she looked up
and saw a little girl approaching her. “Melanie!”
she called out. Melanie
saw her as she was walking. “Huh?” “Hurry
up and get your tiny little butt over here!” Hazel said jokingly. Melanie
started to run towards the school. Once
she got to Hazel, she leaned on the railing trying to catch her breath. “Hazel,”
she started, but she was still trying to catch her breath. “Good morning.” “Good
morning,” said Hazel happily. “Did
you wait a long time for me? You
don’t have to wait for me here. Or,
if you want, I can come a little bit earlier.” Hazel
thought about it for a second. “Yeah,
why don’t you come a little bit earlier starting tomorrow? Then we can hang out together. And we can go to the library if you want.
I like being in the library. It’s very quiet and peaceful there.” “Oh,
okay. I love going to the library.” “Yeah,
someone like you would definitely love going to the library.” Hazel started to giggle and Melanie smiled. “Let’s
go around to the school park for now.
It’s still 15 minutes before class starts.” Melanie
agreed and the two of them went to the school park. As they walked past some students on the way,
they saw four girls standing altogether.
The four girls were staring at Melanie and Hazel. They both noticed the four girls, Dinah, Tara,
Anita, and Karen. “Don’t
look at them,” said Hazel. Melanie
nodded and she looked down. Melanie
and Hazel went past them without anyone saying a word. But Melanie could tell that they were very bothered
by the two of them being together. “I’m
so sorry…” said Melanie. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” “That
you had to leave your friends to be friends with me.” Hazel
smiled and she shook her head. “Oh,
no, don’t be sorry. It couldn’t
be helped, right? They were acting
mean. I can’t be friends with people who are like
that. We just won’t get along. Real friends can’t be like that.” Melanie
knew that, and in many ways, she knew that Hazel was right about that. But she could not help feeling sad, because
the relationship between Hazel and those four girls were no longer nice. It probably was not nice to begin with, but
there might have been a possibility that it might have become nice later
on. She put her hand on her heart,
feeling a little bit of hurt. “Don’t
feel bad. You’ll be okay,” said
Hazel. Melanie
looked up at Hazel and she agreed with her after a few moments, even
though she was a little bit uneasy. “She just ignored us, just like that,” said
The
four girls who used to be friends with Hazel all stood together near
the wall. They were watching
Hazel as she was walking away with her friend Melanie. “I
can’t believe she just left us. She
left us just for that girl?” said Dinah. “That’s
just wrong. That’s just totally
wrong,” said Anita. “I
guess that means that Hazel really is gone forever, huh?” said Karen. “What
are we going to do?” asked Anita. “I
don’t think there’s anything we can do,” said Karen. “Once Hazel makes up her mind about something,
there’s no going back. Besides,
if we try to get her back, she’s just going to get very angry at us
and probably hurt us, too.” “I
know,” said Dinah. “Maybe…maybe
we should just leave them alone.” Miss Langley was realizing something that
she has noticed in the past month or so.
It seems that every single test and assignment that was done
by Melanie Thompson was done very well.
All of them had A-plus grades on them.
While she was teaching English, she had a word that she wanted
someone to try to spell for everyone. It
was the word that Melanie had asked her about some time ago. “Here’s
an interesting word. I learned
that this is the longest word in the English dictionary.
So is everyone ready for me to say the word?” said Miss Langley. Some
of the students appeared to be worried that they might not be able to
get this one. Miss
Langley giggled softly. “Alright,
here we go. The word is ‘disestablishmentarianism’.
Who can spell that one?” she said. The
students looked very shocked. “Oh,
my gosh! What kind of
a word is that?!” said one of the girls whose name was Anita. “Like
I said, it’s the longest word in the dictionary. At least, I think it’s the longest word in the
entire dictionary,” said the teacher, and she laughed. “I’m serious, everyone. Will someone be able to spell that word?” Melanie
raised her hand slowly. In fact,
she was the only one who raised her hand, and the other students were
surprised by that. Miss
Langley smiled. “Okay. Melanie, please spell ‘disestablishmentarianism’.” Melanie
took a deep breath. “Disestablishmentarianism. D-I-S-E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T-A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M. Disestablishmentarianism,” she answered. The
teacher was surprised, but she had a feeling that Melanie would get
it before anyone else. She had,
after all, heard of the word before.
“Very good, Melanie. There
you have it. That’s the longest
word in the English dictionary.” Melanie
smiled and she looked down a little on her notebook. She felt good all of a sudden. The
students were still shocked as they stared at Melanie. Jim, who was one of the students, raised his
hand and the teacher acknowledged him. “Yes,
Jim. What is it?” “Miss,
what does that mean anyway? Disestablish-something-or-other,”
asked Jim Castro. Miss
Langley thought about it for a moment.
“Well, it’s kind of like this.
It’s what you call someone who’s part of a group that’s an official
group, like a government group, for example, or maybe a religious group. That person would be against having church being
supported by the government. It’s
something like that. It’s a new
word for me, too, so I don’t understand it completely yet either.” “I’ve
never heard of that word before. It’s
so long,” said one of the girls, whose name was Martha. “I
think it sounds really cool,” said a girl named Natasha. “And
I can’t believe Melanie knew how to spell it,” Kelsey whispered with
a frown, but she did not let anyone else hear what she said. She glanced over at Melanie, who was as quiet
as always. “Maybe she’s smarter
than she looks. I wouldn’t like
that one bit.” Natasha
heard a part of what Kelsey had said.
“Huh? What did you say,
Kelsey?” she asked. Kelsey
looked up at Natasha. “What? Oh, it’s nothing,” she said. Natasha
looked at Kelsey in a strange way. “You
should quit talking to yourself, Kelsey.”
And then she shook her head. Kelsey
just ignored that and she looked at Melanie for a while again. She was wondering if there were any other surprises
this girl might have in store for everyone. At the end of the school day, Hazel and
Melanie left the school through the front exit.
They both went down the stairs at the front of the school and
Hazel waved at someone who was standing on the sidewalk. There was a car parked on the side of the street
as well. “Who
is that?” asked Melanie. “That’s
my Mom,” said Hazel. “Come. I’ll introduce you to her.” Hazel
took Melanie’s hand and led her down the steps quickly and then to the
sidewalk, where she met with her mother.
She seemed like a very nice-looking woman, someone that you could
be friends with, and a little bit young in appearance. “Hi,
Hazel,” said Hazel’s mother, who smiled happily. “Hi, Mom! Here! I want you to meet my friend. Her name is Melanie Thompson.” Hazel’s
mother smiled down at Melanie, who seemed shy but appeared very friendly
anyway. “Hello, Melanie. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m glad you’re friends with my daughter,” said
the mother. Her name was Isabelle
Callaway. Melanie
smiled and curtsied slightly. “Please
to meet you, Miss Callaway,” she said softly and with a very friendly
tone of voice. “I
also want you to meet my little brother,” said Hazel. She
gestured towards the back seat of the car and she opened the door. There was a little boy there who was probably
about 5 or 6 years old. The little
boy did not look up, and there was an expression on his face that Melanie
noticed immediately that made her a little bit puzzled. “This
is my little brother Lawrence.” Hazel
turned towards her brother. “ Melanie
noticed how she was talking to him, too, as if she was talking to an
infant. “Come
on, “Hi!”
said the little boy, but it didn’t sound like the typical greeting. It sounded more like he screamed. He seemed to smile and then he quickly found
something else that grabbed his attention.
In fact, his attention seemed to constantly shift. “Nice
to meet you, Lawrence,” said Melanie, with a smile on her face, but
it was too late. “Hazel?” “My
brother has autism. He’s autistic. He was born like that.” Melanie
realized that and she looked like she was thinking. “Oh, I see.” ”It’s
hard to talk to him sometimes, but as he gets older, it’s getting a
little bit easier, but slowly. And,
also, he is in Grade 1 here. I’m
sure you haven’t seen him yet because you don’t see me go to the Grade
1 area very much. I go everyday to take him there in the morning,
but you’re not here yet in the morning so you don’t see me do that.
In the afternoon, Mom picks him up from the Grade 1 special class
and then waits for me at the front of the school,” explained Hazel. Melanie
glanced at “I
understand,” she said. Melanie
came a little closer and smiled at “I’m
so glad that I met your sister. She’s
a very good sister. I think you’d
be very proud of her. I’m sure
that you would.” “Melanie,”
said Hazel, looking a little bit embarrassed and she shook her head
with disbelief and smiled. “But
it’s true,” said Melanie, and spoke to “Oh,
you’re welcome!” said Hazel. Isabelle
seemed just as happy as Hazel. Melanie
noticed that again and it seemed to her that this family was a very
happy family. It made her smile
and, once again, it felt like a warm blanket had surrounded her and
comforted her. Melanie
looked up at Hazel and asked her a question.
“What about your dad?” “My
Dad?” said Hazel, and she smiled. “He’s
a powerful businessman. He travels
the world all the time. Right
now, he’s in “Oh,
I see.” “And
if you’re lucky, you might just get to meet him,” said Hazel, and she
started to laugh. Isabelle laughed
also. “If
he travels a lot, it might be hard to meet him,” said Melanie. “It
will be. But someday, I’m sure
you will. It just might take
a little time.” Hazel looked
up at her mother. “Right, Mom?” “That’s
right,” said Isabelle. She glanced
at her watch. “Anyways, Hazel,
we have to go now. I’m glad to
meet your friend.” She smiled brightly. “Let’s get in the car now.” “Okay,
Mom!” She and Melanie faced each
other. “Well, I guess I’ll see
you tomorrow, right? And like
I said earlier, please try to come sooner so that you can meet with
me.” Melanie
nodded to that and she smiled. “Sure!
Thank you! I’ll do my best. I’ll try to wake up earlier, too. This morning, I woke up early, too, you know.” “Oh,
that’s good. Just do the same
thing tomorrow,” said Hazel, and she laughed some. Hazel
went to open the door at the back seat of the car and she went inside,
sitting beside her little brother. As
the car started, she opened the car window. “See
you tomorrow!” Melanie
waved at her as she stepped backwards a few steps. “See you tomorrow,” she said. The
car began to drive away. Melanie
smiled and was glad that she met Hazel’s family.
Then she wondered about Hazel’s father.
Hazel said that he travels a lot, and if it’s like that, then
that means that they probably don’t see each other very often. But despite that, Hazel and her mother and her
brother all seemed very happy. This
whole family was a very happy one. Melanie
began to walk home, feeling a warm glow surrounding her. The alarm clock did not ring at all. Melanie opened her eyes quickly and she looked
up at the clock that was on the small table beside her bed. She woke up at exactly the hour that she always
wakes up every single morning to wake up for school. She could have sworn that she had set the alarm
clock to wake her up one hour earlier, but it did not ring. When she inspected it, she saw that the alarm
itself was not even turned on. “Oh…I
didn’t even turn on the alarm last night,” she said and she sighed softly. Hazel
wanted her to come earlier starting today.
Melanie suddenly remembered that and she got up quickly and she
did everything that she always did to get ready for school in the morning. She had a shower and she washed her hair and
she brushed her teeth. She changed
into her school uniform and did everything to make herself beautiful
and cute in front of the mirror. Melanie
hurried down the stairs with her schoolbag.
She was feeling rather rushed and flustered. She went to the kitchen and noticed that Grandma
had not yet finished making breakfast for her. “Oh, Grandma!” Melanie called out. Grandma
turned, noticing that Melanie was rushing things. “What is it?” she asked. “What are you rushing for so early in the morning?
You’re 9 years old, not 19. What
do you have to be stressed out about?” “I’m
sorry, but I have to go to school earlier today. I don’t think I can eat my breakfast.” Grandma
looked strict and disappointed. “What
do you mean you can’t eat your breakfast this morning? Breakfast is the most important meal of the
day and without it, you’ll be hungry all morning until lunch time and
you’ll be falling asleep in class.” “I’m
so sorry,” Melanie said hastily. “But…right
now, there’s no time for it.” Grandma
hesitated. It looked important
for Melanie to go to school early today.
“Your lunch is ready, but if you can wait another 5 minutes,
I’ll pack up your breakfast for you so you can take it with you. I hope that is acceptable.” Melanie
smiled brightly. “Oh, yes, please! Thank you so much, Grandma!” “Now
go ahead and do whatever else you need to do to get ready to go.” “Thank
you,” Melanie said to her sweetly and with a bright smile. She hurried to the living room and she checked
in her schoolbag if she had everything already. She went up the stairs when she realized she
didn’t have her paper pad, which she used to write songs in. She quickly went to get it and then went downstairs
to put it in her bag. As
Melanie was putting on her shoes, Grandma walked out of the kitchen
and approached her. She had Melanie’s
regular lunch bag and another lunch bag that contained her breakfast. “Here
you go, Melanie. Make sure you
eat it before class begins,” said Grandma, without a smile. The expression on her face was totally serious
and still looked very strict. Melanie
took the two lunch bags. “Thank
you, Grandma. Please have a good
day. I’m going now,” she said to her and then opened
the door. Melanie
took her schoolbag as well and quickly walked outside. When she reached the sidewalk, the front door
of the house closed but Melanie waved anyway.
She started walking towards her school, and she walked a little
more quickly than usual. A car stopped in front of the school and
Hazel came out of the car. Her
mother Isabelle was the one driving the car.
Her brother Lawrence was sitting in the back seat. “Hazel,
you have a good day now. And,
you, too, “Thanks,
Mom,” said Hazel, as she carried her schoolbag on her back. She gestured After
a few seconds, Isabelle
smiled at the two of them. “Take
care, you, too. See you after
school,” she said to them. “See
you later, Mom,” said Hazel. She
closed the car door and Isabelle began to drive away. “Come
on, Hazel
looked up to see if Melanie was there and could not find her anywhere. She had hoped that she would be here early,
just like she asked her yesterday. “I
guess Melanie isn’t here yet,” she said.
“That’s okay. Come on,
Melanie walked quickly towards the school.
She was probably about 5 minutes away from it when she saw a
car that looked familiar. The car went by and she saw the person who was
inside. It was Isabelle Callaway,
Hazel’s mother. She had just
come from the direction of the school. “Oh,
no, Hazel’s already at school. I’m
late!” she said and she began to walk even faster. Then she started to run, but she could not run
too fast because of the luggage she was carrying, her schoolbag and
two lunch bags. After
a few minutes, she reached the school and she stopped at the bottom
of the stairs that led up to the front entrance.
She was panting and trying to catch her breath as she leaned
on the railing. “Hazel’s
not here. She’s…probably inside
already with her brother. I have
to…go find her…” she said, still trying to catch her breath. After she was able to do that, she went to the
little walkway that led to the school park. She
walked at her normal pace as she looked around, trying to look for Hazel. There were a few students out in the school
park and closer to the building itself, but not very many since it was
still a little early. She saw
the back entrance that she used to go to the school park when it was
lunch period. That was the entrance that Hazel would have
taken if she was taking As
she walked towards the entrance, she noticed a small crowd of kids some
distance away and she wondered what they were doing. She looked more intently and she saw Hazel there. “Hazel?”
she said to herself. She looked
worried. She started to walk
towards the group of kids. As
she got closer to the small group, it was obvious that Hazel was being
bothered by something. Then she heard The
children were laughing, except for Hazel.
“ Melanie
gasped. The children who were
standing around the frightened little boy Lawrence were all in the Grade
3 class. There were a few older and younger children
nearby, including those from Melanie’s class, who noticed what was happening
and they all kept their distance but stuck around to watch what was
happening. They were not doing anything about it. “What’s
going on?” she said softly, and a couple of classmates were close to
her when she said that. It
was Natasha. “I don’t know why
they’re doing it, but those little kids are making fun of Hazel’s little
brother,” she said to Melanie. “What? That’s awful!” said Melanie. “You
can say that again.” Melanie
was rather shocked by that. “Hazel!”
she called out. Hazel
looked up and saw Melanie. She
looked very worried and also indecisive.
“Melanie, what am I supposed to do?
They’re making fun of my brother!” she said. “You
could tell them to shut up, you know,” said Natasha. Hazel
shook her head. “No
way! They’re just little
kids. I can’t say that. If they were my age or a little older like you
guys, I would probably scream like a madwoman and bite your heads off,
chew them up, and then spit them out into a burning furnace, but I can’t
do that to them! I just can’t!” “Who
cares? They’re only a year or
two younger. They’re not that
little,” said the girl named Martha, who was Melanie’s classmate. “Besides, her brother really is a retard anyway.
Just look at him.” “Don’t
say things like that!” shouted Hazel, and there was a bit of anger when
she shouted that. She turned
to the Grade 3 students, but when she faced them, her anger seemed to
disappear. “Will you please stop it? Leave my brother alone!” But
they did not listen. Hazel was
very worried and frustrated at the same time.
She groaned with frustration.
Normally, she always knew what to do, including in situations
similar to these, but when it came to her little brother, she was not
sure what to do. “Hazel’s
always been like that,” said Natasha. Melanie
turned towards Natasha. “What
do you mean?” she asked. “When
it comes to other kids who are younger than she is, she’ll usually be
quite gentle with them, almost to the point of giving in to them. If they start acting in a bad way, she doesn’t
know what to do. But if she’s
dealing with other kids who are our age, kids who are the same age as
her, she is a lot more confident. She
is her loud and confident normal self.” Melanie
frowned at the kids, and she began to get a little angry at them. She took a deep breath and came closer to the
group of kids who were surrounding “Please
stop making fun of The
Grade 3 students were startled as they looked around and saw Melanie
standing above them. Other students
nearby also heard what she said and they were surprised.
Hazel seemed surprised, too.
She wondered what Melanie was going to do. “Melanie…”
Hazel whispered, surprised by Melanie’s actions. It was something that she did not quite expect
from someone like her, since it was obvious to her by now that Melanie
was a very gentle person who did not easily give in to anger. Melanie
looked uncomfortable, drawing so much attention to her self, but she
pushed away that insecurity and she went even closer to the students,
who got out of her way. “ Melanie
put a hand on Hazel’s arm and Hazel looked up at her. Melanie went a little closer to him. “ After
a few seconds, “Are
you okay, “He
doesn’t understand anything. He’s
a retarded kid,” said one of the kids behind her, but she ignored him
and kept on talking to “ After
a few more moments, Melanie
slowly went closer to him again and extended her hands towards him. “I know how you feel, sweetheart. I’ve been scared so many times. It hurts! But
your sister is here and I’m here, too. I’m your friend, right?” “That’s
very good. You’re a very good
boy,” said Melanie. “I
know how it feels like to be scared.
I get scared a lot, too. But
I have to try my best to be brave anyway, because if I don’t, things
might get worse. That’s what you have to do, too. You have to be brave and you have to face everything.
It’s okay to be scared, but please don’t hide.
Be brave. Sometimes…sometimes I hide, too. Actually, I hide a lot when I’m scared of something.
But I learned recently that if I keep doing that, things might
get even worse for me. We both have to be brave, isn’t that right?” The
other students behind her were looking on, trying to understand what
was happening. The younger students
who were making fun of “Does
Hazel
nodded. “Yes, he does. He seems to like a little bit of pop music whenever
I play it in my room.” Melanie
smiled brightly. “Oh, that’s
good, because I like pop music, too, He
looked around a few times and then looked at her. Her gentleness kept his attention mysteriously.
He could not focus on anything else.
He looked like he was wondering what Melanie was going to say
to him next. “What?”
he whispered very, very softly, but it was hard for him to even say
that one word. Melanie
was glad that he did. “I’m a
singer. I like to sing.” Hazel looked at her, wondering what she was
planning. So did the other children
around them, who gathered a little closer, even the Grade 3 students
who were making fun of him. “Melanie?”
Hazel asked. “ Melanie
closed her eyes at first as she got into the right mood, to express
the right feelings and to get the perfect singing voice.
She began to sing to him… 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 to dream again and carry on Why
does my heart continue to dream despite it all? The
starry love dream, I hope would give me a call 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 This
is my life, my wish, my world, and 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 to dream again and carry on My
heart needs to continue to dream despite it all The
starry love dream, I know it will give me a call 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 This
is my life, my wish, my world, and my heart Help
me find a way to mend the pieces of my heart My
heart must love again! Melanie
opened her eyes and looked up at “Thank
you so much…Melanie,” Hazel whispered, as she tried to wipe her own
tears away. Hazel
stayed there with the two of them for the next few minutes. When Lawrence and Melanie let go of each other,
“Melanie…sings…good,”
said the little boy. Hazel
laughed in total agreement. “Oh,
yes, she really does,” she said softly to him.
“I hope she’s going to take my advice and become a professional
singer now instead of waiting to grow up.
Don’ you think that would be a great idea?” Melanie
was surprised by that. “Hazel?”
she said. She sighed and looked
down and started to giggle. “That’s
your song ‘My Heart’, right?” Hazel asked. Melanie
nodded. “Yeah, that’s right.” “It’s
so beautiful. It’s slow and dramatic
and emotional. It would be a
slow pop ballad. It touches my
heart and I think it touched Melanie
hesitated and she smiled. Her
song has affected the two of them in such a way that she wanted it to
affect other people. She wanted
it to touch their hearts. “Thank
you, Hazel. Thank you so very much,” she said softly. Natasha
went over to the Grade 3 kids. “Now,
you little children, that serves you right for making fun of a helpless
little boy who can’t defend himself,” she scolded them with a frown
on her face. The
Grade 3 kids all looked up at Natasha with faces that looked worried. Since Natasha was significantly taller than
they were, they felt that they had to pay attention to what she was
saying, because if they didn’t, there might be punishment. “Don’t
make fun of kids who are smaller than you.
That just makes you look like bad people. Do you understand?” “Um…yeah…”
said one of the Grade 3 kids. Melanie
and Hazel watched what Natasha was doing, a little bit surprised. “Good. You better understand if you know what’s good
for you. Now get out of here!”
Natasha said to them loudly and the Grade 3 kids hesitated and then
started running away. But not
before looking at Melanie one more time.
They held the look of surprise and awe on their faces, most likely
from the song that she had just sung for Natasha
began to walk away as well. She
passed by Martha. “That
was a pretty good song,” said Martha.
“I wonder who wrote it.” Natasha
stopped and looked at Martha and smiled.
“Yeah, it was pretty good. Who
knew that someone like her could sing so well?” she said, and continued
walking away. Martha started
walking away as well. But Melanie,
Hazel, and Lawrence did not hear a word that they said because they
were too far away and spoke too softly. Natasha reached one of the entrances to
the school and her friend Kelsey was standing there. When Natasha looked up at Kelsey, she seemed
to have a preoccupied look on her face. “Hey,
Kelsey, are you okay?” asked Natasha. Kelsey
was still out of it for a few seconds, and then she looked at Natasha. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “What’s
wrong?” Natasha glanced towards
Melanie and Hazel and her little brother again.
“You looked like you were preoccupied by something.” Kelsey
hesitated, and she was slightly startled, too.
She took a deep breath and she smiled and shook her head. “Oh, no, it’s nothing. Nothing’s wrong, Natasha.” “Are
you sure?” “Yes,
I’m sure,” said Kelsey. Natasha
shrugged. “Okay, well, suit yourself,
then.” With that, Natasha went
through the entrance. But
Kelsey stayed behind, staring at Melanie for a long time, as if she
was wondering about something. She
had heard the song that Melanie was singing to “That
Melanie…she seems like a really good singer…she has an angel’s voice,”
Kelsey whispered. All the other children near Melanie, Hazel,
and Lawrence began to disperse after Natasha and Martha left them. They had heard Melanie’s singing for the first
time and Melanie wondered what they were thinking and feeling as she
looked around her. “That’s
the first time,” said Melanie. Hazel
and Lawrence looked up at her. “First
time for what?” she asked. Melanie
sighed. “The first time anyone
here heard me sing. Most of my
friends in “You’re
worried about that? About what
other people think?” Melanie
nodded her head. “Yeah…” Hazel
sighed softly. “You shouldn’t
have to care what other people think.
If they think bad things about you, you should just ignore them
and let them stew in their bad feelings.
It’s not worth stressing over, if they’re going to be negatively
thinking about you.” “I
didn’t mean it that way,” said Melanie. Hazel
was puzzled. “Huh? Then, what do you mean?” she asked. “I
meant…I want to know if I was able to touch their hearts….because that’s
what I want to do with my songs. When
I become a singer, I want to touch people’s hearts and spread love to
the whole world, to everyone around me.” “Oh,
I get it,” Hazel said and she smiled and giggled. “That’s so sweet of you. Your song did touch my heart and my little brother’s
heart. It’s wonderful. It makes me feel like crying.” Melanie
started to giggle. “Hazel, you
did cry.” Hazel
giggled, too. She looked up at
the other students who were nearby earlier.
”I think they liked your song.
I didn’t hear anyone complaining.” “You
think so?” asked Melanie. “I
think so,” said Hazel. She stood
up and helped Melanie
checked her watch. “I think we
better get to class soon.” “I’ll
do that. You go ahead to our
class, Melanie, and I’ll take “You
don’t want me to come with you? Will
you be okay?” Hazel
nodded and smiled at her. “Yeah,
I’ll be fine. Besides, after
that song, I don’t think anyone’s going to make fun of Melanie
smiled as well. “Okay! I’ll see you in class then.” “Thanks!”
said Hazel. “Come on, And
Melanie watched them and felt very good.
She put a hand on her heart and sighed. “I
think…you’ll be okay, There was a little girl who was watching
the whole scene as well but Melanie and Hazel did not notice her. She was the tiny little Grade 1 student who
had fallen several days ago and Melanie tried to help her, but her older
brother came and said mean things about Melanie. Her brother had told her never to be anywhere
near Melanie because he said that her family was trouble. But
she heard Melanie sing just now and she thought it was very nice. She began to question what her brother was saying
about Melanie. She had been watching
Melanie sing to that little boy who was in the same grade as she was
but in a different kind of class. She
was in awe. In fact, she was
speechless. She did not know
what to think. But
after watching that emotionally dramatic scene, she smiled and thought
that Melanie might be a good person after all. “Rachel,”
someone called out. The
little girl turned around and saw her big brother coming towards her. “Hi, Jeffrey,” she said calmly, but with a small
smile on her face. Jeffrey
stood near his little sister Rachel.
“What are you doing here? You
can go into class now, right?” he asked. “I
was just watching something…” she said, smiling to herself as she looked
down. Jeffrey
was puzzled. “What do you mean? What were you watching?” Rachel
hesitated before she said anything.
She sighed and she turned towards Melanie, Lawrence, and Jeffrey
looked up at the people that Rachel was watching. His focus went immediately on Melanie, the little
girl who was the daughter of the Premiere of Ontario. The calm look on his face gave way to a slight
frown, and he glanced down at Rachel. “Why
are you looking at her?” he asked, in a slightly strict way. Rachel
looked up at her brother, slightly startled.
“I’m not sure. She seemed
really nice when she was singing to “Nice?” Jeffrey sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his
head. “Because she was singing
to that boy over there, you think that she’s nice?
Just because someone knows how to sing to someone doesn’t mean
that they’re nice. Did you think
about that?” Rachel
was puzzled by that. “No…” she
said softly. “Now,
come on. I’ll take you to your
class. Come,” he said to her. Rachel
put her hand in Jeffrey’s and both of them began to walk away, towards
one of the entrances into the school. Grandma Annabelle had gone to the grocery
store, which was located in the plaza that was at the nearest major
intersection. The grocery store
was part of that plaza. There
were many other stores there as well, including a convenience store. There was also a public library. Grandma
had a basket full of groceries as she proceeded to the checkout counter. She had bought eggs, bread, milk, juice, chicken
breast, tomatoes, and potatoes. At
the counter, the cashier began to total up the price of the items that
Grandma was buying. “That’ll
be $34.69, please,” said the cashier with a pleasant tone of voice. Grandma
gave her two $40 bills. The cashier
had already placed the items in 2 plastic bags.
She took the money and gave back the change. “Thank
you very much. Please have a
good day,” she said. “Thank
you,” said Grandma. She took
the plastic bags and she began to walk quickly towards the exit of the
grocery store. When
Grandma passed by the parking lot, she saw a man who was perhaps slightly
younger than she was. He was
putting some plastic bags into the trunk of his car.
They were grocery bags. He
had just done his grocery shopping. When
the man turned around, he was face-to-face with Grandma Annabelle, and
he stopped. Grandma
looked serious and emotionless. She
just nodded to him. “Mr. Wilkins,”
she said as a greeting. With
that, she continued to walk away. The
man looked at her as she walked away.
“Humph…” was the only thing that he said. He looked slightly annoyed as he closed the
trunk of his car and headed for the driver’s seat. Grandma
Annabelle heard what he said. She
shook her head at that. “Mr.
Wilkins. As always, he’s a mean-spirited
old man.” 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 and Hazel’s narration: Melanie: “Hello! You know what, sometimes funny things happen
and I’m really glad that they do, I mean, really glad.” Hazel: “What do you mean, Melanie?” Melanie: “Well, I mean, it’s
just that my story has so much drama in it that it can make a person
cry and so I’m glad that you’re a little bit of a joker at times. I guess that’s comic relief for you. You’re doing a very good job.” Hazel: “Oh, okay! I get it! I
think…” Melanie: “Hey, wait a second.
There’s this elderly man that lives close to my house, just a
few houses away across the street. And you know what? He seems really scary! I might try talking to him one of these days,
but I’m a little scared. He kind
of reminds me of my Grandma Annabelle in a bad mood. I wonder if older people are always like that.” Hazel: “Really? You should probably stay away from him.” Melanie: “I guess I could…but
you know what, I think he’s hiding a secret about him. Or rather, what he used to be?” Hazel: “A secret? What kind of secret?” Melanie: “Well, I can’t tell
you now. But you can probably
guess. I’m just wondering though,
how in the world could a secret like that be true though?” Hazel: “Stranger things have
happened.” Melanie: “That’s true. And this one is pretty strange.” Hazel: “Maybe there’s a mystery
involved in it.” Melanie and Hazel: “Next time
on Starry Love Dream! Episode 5: That mean
old man, a songwriter?” |
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