Reny Miller: Secrets and Squeezy Jam

So first my mother saddles me with a crazy name like Serendipity and then she goes and dies on me. Okay, so the name thing I can deal with, as long as everyone calls me Reny.  And at least my Mum passed on her singing voice to me…even if I only use it within the safety of my bedroom walls.  But lately I’ve noticed something else she’s left behind too, this niggling feeling in the back of mind that her death didn’t happen the way they all say it did. I can’t explain it, I can just feel it. The only thing I know for sure is that five years later my Dad is still in bits over it. He used to be this cool rock star but now he does nothing except watch me like a hawk. I didn’t mind it so much when I was a kid but now that I’m a teenager, it’s getting pretty annoying. But I suppose it’s kind of a miracle that he’s not a complete nutter when you consider his own parents. I love my Nana Joan and Granddad Joe but they are utterly bonkers, unless you think wearing tinfoil helmets and popping pills is normal. My Aunty Karen didn’t come out of it so lucky; she literally creates her own brand of crazy and wears it as an outfit. I swear I’d go mad too if it weren’t for my best friend Sam…who I’m kinda having these weird feelings about. I can’t be sure but after researching the symptoms online, I think I may be in love with him. The only problem is he seems more interested in my Dad’s hot new guitar student Tommy. Sure he’s got these sparkly green eyes, bouncy curly hair and the voice of a rock god, but please, what a poser. He’d almost give the IT gang of 1st year, the Backcomb Brigade a run for their money, but don’t even get me started on them.  I know the exact day my life got so complicated…I just don’t know when it’s gonna stop…if ever.