Riley stared blankly at the ticking clock hanging above the teacher's head. Her fingers lightly tapped against her desk as she used her free hand to fidget with her music player. She smirked as Lazy Song by Bruno Mars began to play. The battery on her player seemed to flicker from low to full in time with the beat of the song, unbeknownst to her. The bell finally rang and upon gathering her things, Riley promptly left the classroom and headed home. She navigated the sea of teenagers, brushing a hand through her auburn curls in frustration until she eventually reached the exit. She grinned, looking out into the parking lot, but faltered when her eyes were unable to find a certain motorcycle.
"Riley!" Her father's voice called as he waved her from his truck.
She tried to hide her disappointment behind a forced smile as she climbed into the cab.
"How was your day, sweetie?" Her father asked, affectionately rubbing her shoulder for a brief moment.
"The same as yesterday," Riley remarked, staring out the window.
Her father sighed, driving the rest of the way in silence, glancing every now and then to check on Riley.
Riley sat still in front of her plate, peering from the corner of each eye to look from her mother to her father. Her mother sat staring at her food, fork poised with the next load of food. Her father looked to the TV positioned at an angle from the living room, feigning interest as he took another bite.
"The mutant menace…" Before the TV could continue, Riley's father pressed the remote and turned the TV off.
"I don't want to hear another word about them." Riley's father glared at the TV while her mother gripped her fork tighter.
Riley sighed, her head on the verge of a headache as she rubbed her temples. She fought back the tears and nearly jumped as her mother rushed off to the bathroom. Riley heard her father curse under his breath before getting up and pushing his seat in. Before she could say a word, her father slammed the door to his bedroom shut and Riley was left alone.
"The same as yesterday," Riley echoed herself, rubbing her eyes and blaming it on the lack of sleep she had the night before.
From out of nowhere, the radio sitting in the corner buzzed to life and began to play Every Storm Runs out of Rain by Gary Allan. In one fluid motion, Riley turned to glare at the radio. The music crackled for a moment and stopped, the time flickering for a moment. Riley raised a questioning eyebrow and turned slowly to face her plate.
"Shit."
Granted this is a short start, but I felt like this was a good stopping point. This is basically just a random little story that popped into my head. Nothing really serious, but I'll be adding chapters from time to time. Just trying some experimentation, so let me know what you think. Since this Oc was made of the fly, I do not have any set pairing for her so if anyone has any ideas let me know. Please and thank you.