I was inspired to write this when I was playing the piano and the movie came on ^w^ Its weird, when i think Edward Scissorhands the instrument I think of is piano. Not because of his 'fingers' but because he is sweet and gentle like it.
This story is dedicated to my friend Alyssa (Aly) who actuly is a prodigy and has taught me how to play Dear You from one of my favorite animes :D
And with that, i hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands

Chapter One: River flows in you

The movers began to haul my grand piano into the truck carefully, once the instrument was safely inside the huge men walked out of the truck and closed the door and locked it. Well that was that. Everything that filled my house was now completely loaded into the moving trucks and was ready to take me to my new life in a dull place called Suburbia. My mother and father wanted to move there because I was offered to attend a school called "Alfred C. Hamilton's school of musically gifted children". I didn't really want to transfer to a school for gifted people, might as well tattoo "prodigy" across my forehead. After begging my parents for us not to move my mother insisted, or more like forced, me that they bring out my piano skills to new levels so I could become a very professional pianist someday.

"Addison let's go!" Mother called from the car and waved her hands signaling me to come and get in the car. I looked back at my poor empty house; the two story sat on a lush green lawn and was surrounded by large full grown oak trees that had branches stretching out over the house as if shielding it from any harm. From both sides of the large house were tall green hedges that gave our lawns complete privacy from the other large houses that stood a good couple of feet away from ours. The two dark front windows starred sadly down on me and looked like they were about to cry.

I felt a great deal of sadness inside. I grew up in this house and had a lot of fond memories, including the climb to discovering my true unbelievable talent of playing the piano. But right now I really hated being a…prodigy. My mom bragged about it all the time to all her friends and neighbors and wanted me to be a professional musician when I grow up. I don't understand! My dad says I have been a professional since I was four and mom still pushes me. But I think perhaps she pushed me so far I don't think I'll be able to get up.

"Coming." I said as I walked down the drive way and climbed into the back of the van and closed the door.

"Alright let's hit the road!" Dad nearly sang as he started the car and began to drive away from the place I grew up in, my memories, my old life, my home.

"This is Suburbia? It's so…peculiar." I said as we drove by the neighborhood of oddly colored houses and each yard was the same shade of lush green and was cut down to the same length. I noticed the houses were built uncomfortably close to each other and there were no fences that divided the property and the yards were decorated with the choice of gnomes or pink flamingos.

There was a group of woman in silky robes, slippers, and hair curlers standing around on someone's lawn sipping lemonade and laughing rather loudly. They suddenly noticed our car driving down the street and began to stare and I assumed gossiped. We continued to drive down the road with our moving truck close behind, and then we turned a left on a street called "Meadow fields" and drove up the driveway of the third house. My eyes widened and it seemed that my eyeballs wanted to barf from the sight of our new home. It was small, which was fine, but it was a horrible shade of green. The bushes were over grown and covering up half the front window that was meant to give you a view of the front lawn.

We all stepped out of the van and I took the time to really look over my new interesting house. Yup, it was really ugly. Green was my second favorite color and just by looking at this house I might have to bump it down three colors from my favorite. That's how tacky it looked! Ugh…well it's just the house. It's not the end of the world.

My mom and dad began to transport the trunk of suit cases and rolled them up to the front door and inside the house. I looked back and noticed the men who were driving the truck were already getting started on unloading all of our stuff and carrying the heavy white couches into the house. I just stood there and watched them walk back and forth with the familiar furniture that once filled my old house perfectly.

I looked over to my neighbor's house; it was a sassy pink color and had poorly trimmed bushes that seemed to have overgrown from its original shape.

"Excuse me miss?" A husky man's voice called out to me. I looked over to see him and three other men struggling to keep hold of my piano.

"Where could we put this?" He said as his face grew red.

"Oh, well we are still setting up the furniture. You could set it on the lawn for now."

The men quickly waddled over the middle of the lawn and carefully set the heavy instrument on the ground. After they did so, the men went back to the truck to continue unloading the rest of the furniture. I walked over to my piano and gently traced my fingers over the smooth delicate white keys then the shimmery black ones. I love this piano. It was a gift from my grandma who so sadly passed away when I was six years old. She was such a sweet woman, she lived here in Suburbia all her life and I remember coming down here and staying at her cozy home and would tell me stories in bed.

She smelled of sweet vanilla and sometimes almonds but only on holidays. She would kiss my forehead and tuck me in at night then tell me her stories. I miss her stories, I remembered this one tale she would tell me about a man. Not just an ordinary man, a man who was created by an inventor who had great ideas. But the poor inventor died before he could finish his great invention, so his creation was left alone with scissors for hands. That's right, scissors for hands. Out of the ordinary isn't it? Grandma Kim would tell me he is real, the creation named Edward. Grandma said he lived up in a mansion way up on a hill; I turned from my piano and searched for that dark hill. There was something that stood at the corner of my eyes, I turned to investigate and there it was. The dark lonely mansion stood faintly on the high hill watching over the cheerful yet monotonous neighborhood of suburbia. I noticed that the entrance into the hill and up to the mansion was just down this very street. It was about five or seven houses down from mine and there was an old warn out yellow tape stretched across the entrance that read "caution do not enter". I bet most people would say they put that tape there because of him but I'm shore it was put there stated as private property or someone was just trying to be funny.

"You could still go up there if you want?" I had told her when I was a little girl. "No, sweetheart. I'm an old woman now. I rather have him remember me the way I was." She had responded. She had also said before the man named Edward came down here, it never snowed. Afterwards, when he left, it snowed.

"Sometimes you could still catch me dancing in it…" her eyes had wondered off into the past and I remembered a smile suddenly crossing her face. I believed Edward was real after she had told me that wonderful story… But now that I'm all grown up and have come to understand the world around me over the year's maybe grandma was just telling me a story. It sounded completely unreal, could a man really live with scissors for hands? How would he eat? And if he still lives up there after all these years, how could he still be alive? I continued to stare closely at the construction on the hill and noticed it had towers and a roof clearly made out of wood and there was a vast hole you could see from a distance. Talk about your fixer upper.

I looked away from the worn out mansion and back to my piano, I pulled out the plush red stool that was tucked away under the piano and positioned myself onto the seat. Like my pianist teacher had taught me on my very first lesson when I was four was to set your feet firmly on the ground and keep your back straight. As I did so, I searched through my thoughts on what song I should play. Beethoven and Mozart?

"Hm…nah." I chuckled to myself. I liked Beethoven and Mozart but as my personality speaks, I preferred to play fun and very pretty songs from movies or anime shows. I know call me a geek! But that's just what I preferred. My mom would get annoyed and say I was wasting my time and talent playing songs from anime shows and old movies, but what could I say? I'm a sucker for anime and the music they usually play is first-class in my book.

Besides what has happened with the moving and all, I still had my piano given to me by Grandma Kim and I was still able to play all my favorite songs especially grandma's favorite. I now know which song I was going to play, river flows in you. My fingers began to gently dance across the keys with grace and elegance. As I continued to play, I began to feel at ease and feel completely in love with my piano as I always have felt whenever I played this blessed instrument. I closed my eyes to take in the serene music that grandma has always loved with all her heart. I was completely into the music that I hadn't even felt the smile that formed on my face as I was half way into the beautiful song.

( user/PinchOfRockandRoll?feature=mhum#p/a/f/2/oAWOmRIT4LA River flows in you)

"Excuse me hon!?" an annoying sound interfered with the lovely music that began to fade away when I stopped playing and turned around to see a group of woman dressed in colored pants and shabby blouses stood on the side walk looking at me with attentive eyes and some even began to whisper to the person next to them. Ah-oh, they were the snoopy house wives that stayed home while their husbands were at work and were left to stay at home and pointlessly talk about almost anything that happens in this neighborhood like the cute trash man or the new nail job they got.

"Um, hello." I said shyly.

"What is your name?" A woman with red curly hair and yellow pants said with a crooked smile.

"Addison. Addison Whitmore."

The woman exchanged looks then went back to me, "Where are you from?" A big woman with curly brown hair said.

"Pringle valley California." I shouldn't have said that! That city was filled with the educational students for medicine and technology and it was known for our graduate students who grew up to be the leading doctors and scientist of America. The woman's face expressions turned to an impressive attitude and began to gossip among the small group.

"How notable child," The curly red head woman spoke again, "you got quite a talent there with that piano."

"Oh, thank you. I just know that piece really," I lied through my teeth. It was bad enough coming from a high class city but telling these entire talkative women would just start bragging and talking snap about me being a…prodigy. I hated that word.

"No other songs?" They frowned.

"Yeah just that one,"

"Addison Whitmore, how could you lie to your neighbors like this?" Mom came out onto the yard and shook her head at me bluntly then turned her attention to the group of woman and smiled heartily.

"My apologies ladies, I'm Amy Whitmore. This is my gifted daughter Addison and she certainly knows more than that one piece." She giggled as she squeezed my shoulder.

Oh no! Mom is going to start bragging again! "I'm going inside." I said spinning around towards the house but was caught by her grip.

"Now now don't be rude Addis." Her eyebrows arched, "We moved here because my darling will be attending a school of musically gifted children. She is a remarkable girl for she was born a,"

Don't say it! Don't say it! Don't say it!

"Prodigy." She smiled and stroked my hair.

Oh…darn me. I gave a fake smile and mentally killed myself as I stood there red faced as the group of woman loudly spoke among themselves then a blonde lady stepped out from the crowd and smiled.

"We would love it if we through you a barbeque to welcome you to the neighborhood! I'm Gladis, and I live right next door," Her bony finger pointed to the yellow house on the left of our green one.

"And I will be happy to host it for you."

"That would be wonderful Gladis!" My mom clapped her hands together.

"I'll bring salad!" One woman called.

"I make an excellent dip." Another called. Suddenly, all of the woman began to announce their fine dishes and dips and since my mom was caught up in all of their chatting I quickly snuck away from my mother's side and headed for the house that would save me from the humiliation of being mommy's little trophy.

I stopped dead in my tracks when one woman called out from the bunch, "And Addison could play for the whole neighborhood." I spun around and saw the light on moms face as she nodded completely in agreement.

"Oh, we don't have to do that…" I mumbled awkwardly.

"Oh but we insist!" A lady with a nasal tone similar to Fran Dresher said.

"But…the piano is so heavy and it always stays in the living room." Hopefully that would rest their case.

"But what about that old key board of yours? The one you used to take with you when we traveled?" Mom's eyes widened.

"I don't know where it is really…" I lied.

A husky man's voice called out to me from the truck, "You mean this key board young lady? Found it in an open box." He smiled as he held the large portable piano in his arms and smiled. The woman's heads turned from him to me and smiled.

Damn you moving guy, "I guess one or two songs wouldn't hurt."

I dragged my bags into my new room and sighed as I looked around. It was small but perfect for little me. My head board and mattress had already been set beside the wall where a window hung over the left side of my bed. I flopped onto the soft mattress and groaned in relief. What a day! First the move, then the long trip here, then meeting almost every woman in the neighborhood, I could just kick back and relax in the privacy of my new room. My eyelids fluttered open revealing my dark brown eyes that fell upon the view of the old mansion sitting on the hill.

"Wow…a room with a view huh?" I crawled on my knees across my bed and looked from my window to the mansion way up there. "Are you still up there Edward?" I mumbled. I miss Grandma Kim…

"Knock! Knock! Can I come in sweets?" Dad called from the other side of the door.

"Yes." I responded lazily as I crawled away from the window then sat Indian crossed legged in the middle of my bed. Dad came in and gave me a quick smile as he adjusted his round glasses, "Hey kiddo. How are you settling in?"

"Good. Our neighbor with the yellow house is throwing us a barbeque tomorrow."

"I heard, so after we unpack some things you want to help make Grandma Kim's apple pie?"

I could taste it now…the rich green apples and dashes of cinnamon enamored my taste buds wildly just by remembering grandma's home baked green apple pie.

"Of course!" I sang.

He smiled and sat down on the bed beside me, "I think you're going to like it here Addis."

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"Well I feel you will make lots of friends who are interested in music like you and,"

"Dad? Could I tell you something and promise not to tell mom?"

His eyes widened behind his lenses then winked meaning yes.

"I love playing the piano. Mom knows that to but we both know she thinks it's all I'm interested in."

"Oh?"

"Mm," I nodded, "I feel like she's pushing me too far. You do notice that she tends to…show off?"

He laughed throwing his head back, "I have been married to her for ninteen years now. Addis, I know your mother could get carried away with what she has but it's because she loves you and she is proud of you. Just remember that whenever she tries to "show you off" again." He smiled as he pretended to punch my chin. I chuckled in return and nodded.

"So what else are you interested in?" He sighed.

"Anime and manga you know that?"

He smiled, "You're a strange little prodigy aren't you?"

I frowned, "Prodigy is such a posh word. I don't like being called that."

"But that's what you are Addis." Dad patted my shoulder lightly then stood up and walked across my new room and towards the polished wooden desk topped with boxes. He gradually opened the cardboard box and pulled out one of my anime posters of "lucky star" and laughed as he hanged it up above the desk.

"I like these posters of yours." He said as he pulled out more of my anime collection. I hopped off my bed and opened the other box beside it and we began to cover up every inch of wall with colorful joyful posters. My favorite ones had to be my posters of anime girls in beautiful Lolita dresses that you could never find at dress stores and they were passionately playing the piano.
Then there was my simple piano posters with encouraging quotes like, "With love and passion, be the change of the world." After me and dad plastered my wall with my personality, we flopped back on my bed to examine our work.

"I like that one," Dad pointed at the poster with a little girl with long dark brown hair with a chibi kitten on her head and was playing the piano with such love and craze, "Reminds me of you kiddo." He said.

"Because she looks like me?"

"Because she's proud of her talent. Whether she's a prodigy or not." He winked then got up to walk out of the room. "I'll call you when I'm going to start baking that pie."

"Okay. Thanks for helping me with the posters." I said. He threw me a smile and nodded as he disappeared behind the now closed door. With a sigh, I looked among my new room and was nearly shocked when I saw my reflection in the large wooden body mirror that stood at the corner of my room. My dark brown hair began to curl unpleasantly from the moist air of suburbia. My eyes drooped with weariness a bit from the long day I had, and my face was pale. The silence of the room was interrupted by a loud boom created by the clash of the clouds. I nearly jumped from my bed due to the unexpected thunder, "It should rain tonight." I mumbled as I crawled over to my window once again and looked up into the grayish white sky.

'Yup, most defiantly it will rain tonight'. I unlocked the small bolts on the bottom half of my white window and lifted the glass shield as high as it was meant to go. I then rested my arms on the window ledge then nestled my head on my arms as I took a deep breath.
Mm…that wonderful smell before it rains. It always rained in Pringle valley California and I would always leave my window open so the cool breeze would drift into my room and fill my room with the engaging smell of fresh rain waiting to fall.
The sullenness sky boomed some more and like a baby being born I felt a rain drop hit my tanned skin and made its way down the back of my hand and towards the window's ledge. I looked up into the grey sky and saw it was beginning to drizzle.

"Addison?" Mom called as she walked down the alley between our house and the neighbors.

"It's going to rain, close your window dear, I don't want your bed getting wet."

"Okay. Mom?" I called out to her before she could walk across the grass alley and back to the moving truck to help unload the rest of our things.

"Yes?"

"Did the woman leave?"

"Yes, their husbands came back so they all went home. Aren't they a nice bunch?" She smiled.

"I guess, a little snoopy don't you suppose?"

"Indeed Addis," She chuckled, "Is that all you wanted to know? I have to get all of our things off the truck before it rains. Otherwise we are stuck with this truck on our driveway for another day."

"Well I was wondering if I had to play for the entire neighborhood at the barbeque tomorrow."

Mom's eyebrows arched, "After the unanticipated performance you gave them, it would be rude not to play for our neighbors."

"I guess." I sighed as I lifted my head from my arms.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked performing?"

"I do! It's just that I wish I wasn't looked at as a musician genius."

"Oh Addison it's nothing to be ashamed of. Why you played moonlight sonata at the age of three and fur Elise."

I nodded as I remembered that peaceful spring day, after what seemed like ages of watching my cousin who was seventeen play those two songs, I wanted to play the piano but was never allowed to because I was considered young and reckless.

I would sit by my Cousin Rick's side on the same stool and he would practice every day and play a poorly off tune moonlight sonata and brag of how he "knew how" to play it. When everyone was in the other room I propped myself onto the stool and fiddled with the keys for awhile to hear the different sounds it made then positioned my fingers on the right keys that began the song moonlight sonata.

I looked up at the piano sheets and read the instructions carefully as my fingers began to follow what I read in my mind. I hadn't noticed I was actually playing the beautiful piece till everyone from the other room came in and my mother gasped with surprise. Dad, Grandma Kim, uncle mike, and my jealous cousin Rick watched me master the piece as my first time playing the instrument.

"I have a…a…prodigy." Mom had murmured to herself that day.

"Everyone thinks you play beautifully." Mom smiled.

"I'm glad they think so." I said.

"I know what you should wear when we go to the barbeque; remember that beautiful white summer dress you wore for that piano recital about four months ago?" She watched me search through my memories as I looked for what dress she was talking about.

"Oh yes! I remember; you want me to wear that? A little fancy for a barbeque wouldn't you suppose?"

"It's a summer dress darling, it's not like I'm making you wear the blue dress with the ruffles and baby pink sash." She smiled as she walked out of the alley way and disappeared around the house. True, that dress is far too fancy. The white summer dress was rather comfy and if you think about it suitable for a barbeque on a sunny day. And with that, I slid my elbows across the smooth white window ledge and closed the window shielding me away from the rain that will soon come tonight.

So basically this story is told from Addison's POV and sorry the story progresses kind of slow. Edward will make an appearence soon! Other wise what the heck is this all about? lol
And if you think Addis is complaining about the way she is treated of her being a prodigy, thats how my friend Aly is actuly treated -_- Could you imagine?

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