It must have been almost three in the morning when Spencer sat in the driveway staring blankly at the street. Everyone else—everyone being her mother, her father, and her two brothers Clay and Glen—were sound asleep, already getting used to their new surroundings. The blonde sighed notably. New rooms, new house, and completely new lives.
Spencer, however, just couldn't bring herself to sleep. She lay tirelessly on her bed, just watching the ceiling waiting for slumber to take over. But sleep did not come easy and lying around soon turned to hours wasted doing nothing. In hopes of doing something constructive, anything at all really, the blonde slipped on a hoodie and padded her way down the stairs and out of the side door unnoticed (she took mental note of this saving the information for another time). The girl didn't go far though, only to the end of the drive. This was a new neighborhood after all and she didn't want to risk getting lost especially not at such a late hour.
And there sat the blonde, up against the garage door flicking the lid of her Zippo lighter open and closed. There was no flame but the familiar clicking sound had a calming effect on the girl.
From a passerby's viewpoint, she was just a random kid in her pajamas sitting outside in the driveway. Flipping the lid of a lighter open and closed. Looking intently at nothing. At three in the morning.
Though if someone got a good enough look without disturbing the girl, they could see the anxiety clouding her blue eyes occasionally. They could see thoughts were ping-ponging back and forth through her mind. Each trying to win dominance and be the spotlight cause of unease.
But there wasn't anybody else to be seen on the entire block, save for a wandering dog. There were no sounds to be heard but the click of the lighter, the distant sound of an occasional car passing somewhere not too far away, a soft muffled song playing along with it, and the light careful steps of a stray.