A New Kind of Life
.:Prologue:.
Lucinda sat in her room, her door locked as usual. She was so tired of the screaming she endured day after day. Her music blared hellishly loud out of her speakers, tuning out her stupid parents.
The stereo was a hand-me-down sort of thing, but it worked all the same. Her CD player was jammed full of her favorite band and they played non-stop throughout the house. After all, it was the only thing she could do to pass the time. She couldn't talk to anyone, she had no friends. She didn't have a single book in the house that she hadn't read at least twice, and she only had her CD's to listen to. She'd already sneaked out that day, so that was out. She couldn't do anything.
Lucinda's mother was a lawyer and chose to move around all the time. An 'Explorative career' is what she called it. Her stepfather stayed at home and he never had to work. Why did you do this to yourself, she thought, thinking of her grandmother back in California.
She stood up, and for the first time in a long time, turned her music down to zero. She listened to the constant screaming coming from the living room. She was suddenly furious, filled with rage. Why had they forced her to move? Couldn't they have left her to live out her teenage years with her friends at her other school? Her ONLY family and friends lived there! Filled with a sudden burst of infuriated energy, she walked briskly to her door.
She kicked open the only barrier separating her from her parents. "MOM!" she yelled, her voice breaking through the noise. "Yes, dear?" her mother replied coolly, like nothing happened. "What is it that you want? Your father and I-"
"SHUT UP! You weren't talking, you were yelling, and I don't care what excuses you throw in my face this time!" she threw her hands up into the air, making her stepfather flinch ever so slightly behind Lucinda's mother. "So, as I was saying, I have a question: why in the world did we move away from California!? You made me lose all of my friends!" she stared at her parents, her eyes flickering between each of their faces.
"Honey, you know very well that my job requires-"
"No, mom, you're wrong. I don't know anymore. And I'm tired of your crap." Lucinda cut her off, turning on her heel. "I'm sick of you."
"LUCY! How could you say that to your mother?" her stepfather stepped out from behind her mother.
"Because you told me not to lie." she replied shrugging. She slammed her door on the both of them. She got out the biggest bag she could find and started stuffing random articles of clothing in it. "And don't call me Lucy, Paul!" she screamed at him through her music, which she had turned up to disorient them.
"Lucy!" her step dad yelled, ignoring her warning. "You open this door this instant, young lady!" he screamed from the other side of the door. She tuned them out and put her CD player in, her CDs and the bag of extra batteries she had been saving. She opened her now screen-less window and threw out her bag. She grabbed her cat and threw her as well. The response was expected. "MROWWWW!" she winced and jumped out herself and grabbed her bag and ran away for, this time for the last time.