She sat in her room listening to the music that flooded through her apartment. Feeling the way the beat would cause her heart to join its rhythm. She'd never been the type of person to go along with cliches, but it really did feel like the music spoke to her sometimes. She wasn't the artsy or musical type by any means, however, music did allow her an escape. She could listen to a song and for a moment, everything felt right. There was music for every mood she felt. When she was angry, fast-paced rock music was her thing. When she was sad, slow pop songs made her feel better. When she was in a good mood, up beat music was the only thing she could here.
Right now, her mood was reflected in her exiting music. She found herself half jumping, half dancing to the beat. It wasn't often she could enjoy moments like this, being alone. Not that she minded being around people, they just had to be the right people. Her friends, people she secretly loved. Her family, if you could even call it that, was an entirely different story. Her so-called mother was all that was at her technical home. Her and her constant parade of boyfriends and one night stands. The rest of her biological family was no where to be found, aside from a few distant relatives. Her twin sister had gone on to bigger and better things at a very young age. Proving she was the brighter, smarter, and all around better twin. She secretly wished she would come back, however she would never admit such a statement to anyone. Their father had left two days before their 6th birthday.
She felt herself smiling at earlier memories of her father. He had been the caring one. The person who had always stood by her side. He was her rock. Her role model. Her everything. She suddenly felt herself going back to the memories of the day he left, something she swore she would never let happen. Immediately she grabbed her phone and texted her best friend.
Sam: You got any food or plans?
Carly: Yes Sam, I have food. And Freddie and I are just hanging out. Wanna join? We might go to the groove smoothie!
Sam: I'm comin if your buying.
Carly: -_-. Freddie says he'll buy for the thousandth time.
Sam: Tell Frednub to quit complaining or I'll make sure to get a large. Be there in ten.
Smiling to herself, she got up, grabbed her keys, and exited her bedroom. It always disgusted her to see the inside of the her apartment. Her mother didn't know the meaning of the word clean, while she refused to touch the countless empty beer bottles and empty cigarette cartons her mother left behind. Its not like she was a clean freak, quite the opposite actually, she just refused to do something for someone who had done so little for her.
She left the raggedy apartment and began the tormenting walk to the Shay's apartment complex.
