A blog for Chantelle Paige stories, written by fans :)
We only have one story at the moment that i just started writing, but if you want to write one email me at @chantellesouthuk@hotmail.co.uk and i will add it on here for you <3
The snow fell steadily outside Chantelle’s bedroom window. There was nothing for her do there, at the beginning the snow had been exciting, beautiful even. But now it was just annoying. Cars were still lining the streets outside her house where people had abandoned them and she hadn’t been able to get to the shops in two weeks. She rose from her bed next to the window and walked over to her desk on the other side of the room. She sat down on the cold seat and switched on her computer. As it loaded she leaned back in her chair and sighed, wrapping her dressing gown around herself more tightly. Eventually the computer flashed and the usual welcome sound rung out through her room. Chantelle jumped slightly and leaned forward to try and turn her speakers down. It was only 4am and the rest of her family were still sleeping.
Chantelle had woken up shortly after 2am and lay awake for hours trying to find sleep again. But for the past few weeks, sleep had just been not an option. What with Flipsyde touring Germany and Austria recently, it hadn’t done wonders to her sleeping pattern. She was now used to rising very early and sleeping late, it had just become the norm. After the tour had finished she’d spent a few hours in the LA studio to record another song and then gone to visit her family before her hectic schedule began all over again. She logged onto Myspace and began reading through all her comments; she smiled to herself as she read down them. She read each one carefully, making sure to reply as best she could. This is how life had been for the last 3 years, it was nice to know even when she was having a bad day there were people out there, from all over the world, who could cheer her up instantly. After she had been replying for about half an hour she felt her eyes beginning to droop, her need for sleep finally overcoming her. She placed her hands on the desk and pushed herself upwards, tapping the monitor off as she went. Chantelle walked over to her bed slowly and flopped down, her soft pillow bringing a welcoming feel to her head. She hugged her quilt around herself and softly fell asleep.
Chantelle didn’t awake until she heard her mum calling her from downstairs. She sat up in her bed and grumbled slightly as she stood up; mornings were not one of her things. As she stepped cautiously down the stairs the smell of hot coffee filled her nostrils, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath in, taking in the scent welcomingly. When she opened her eyes she found her sister Savannah standing at the bottom of the stairs laughing quietly to herself “What are you doing?” she asked still smiling.
Chantelle laughed in return and explained that she didn’t know, but her need for a hot drink was the only thing pulling her forwards. Savannah shrugged and walked through to the kitchen, followed by Chantelle close behind. She saw her mum sat at the large table in the centre of the room.
“Hello sleepyhead” her mom said standing up with a warm smile and walking over to hug Chantelle.
“Hey mom” she replied, returning the hug thankfully.
“Have a good sleep?” her mom asked.
Chantelle groaned at the thought of her disrupted night “It was alright, just got a few things on my mind that seem to want me to remain awake for eternity” she replied in a sarcastic tone, slipping down into the chair next to where her mom had been sitting. She laid her head to rest on the table, the cold glass soothing her warm head. Her mom came and sat next to her and brought her arm around her body.
“What’s wrong sweetie? You know that you can tell me anything”
“I know” Chantelle replied meekly “but the truth is, even I don’t know what’s wrong”
Her mother looked concerned and leaned forward whispering into her ear “Well, whenever you need to talk I’ll be here”. With that she rubbed Chantelle’s back slightly and rose up from her chair, walking out of the room.
Chantelle watched her leave and then stared down at the cereal that had been placed in front of her. She began to absentmindedly spoon it into her mouth, she didn’t even know what it was, but it tasted like paper in her mouth. She stopped halfway through, and pushed the bowl away from herself and stood up. She exited the kitchen and began climbing the stairs again, but whacked her toe lightly on the first step. She felt a silent tear drip down her face, it hadn’t even been that painful, but she just couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. What was happening to her?
©Maddy
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