The Freewheelin' [𝑩𝒐𝒃 𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏]

Prolouge

A dark peach illuminating glow shown through sheer, winter colored drapes that hung softly off a bronze bar, as the morning invaded what once was a darkly lit room.

The small round clock began to scream, alerting the sleeping girl to the time. That dreaded time of day.
She let out a whimper from the jarring noise, moving as quickly as she could to make the noise stop.

As her bare feet hit the cold, hardwood floor beneath her, she knew her day had begun, prying herself from her bed to switch her clothes from the silk sleeping gown she had on the previous night.

A soft, eggshell white top that tied in the middle, and a pair of bell bottomed frog green pants with itty bitty white specks, that Lesley had added herself. Truthfully it had started as an accident, getting paint on her clothes, so she decided to make the best of it.

Stumbling over to her records, she slides her socks over her cold feet before sifting through the bunch, stopping her fingers on Main Course by The Bee Gees. Carefully sliding the vinyl into her hands, and an top of the record player in front of her, dropping the needle to hear the beginning of Nights on Broadway.

Lesleys mom, dear sweet Marie climbed the stairs, stopping in front of the wooden door that held her daughter on the other side. She brought her balled hand up to the door, knocking softly on to wood, waiting for her daughters answer.

With a bright smile, Lesley was there, greeted by her mother.
"Breakfast is on the table, and hurry up. You're gonna be late again." Her mother warned, leaving with a smile back down the stair case.

"Morning to you too mommy dearest!" Lesley called out to her mother, closing her door back up to finish getting ready.

The clock read '7:15', meaning she had 20 minutes to spare, going to for breakfast.
"Morning papa."

That was the anything said from the time she entered the kitchen, to them all leaving off to continue on the morning. Mom taught at the elementary school down the road, dad was the principal of the middle school, and Lesley was attending the high school, miles away.

She stuck her arms into a brown coat as she began walking to the bus stop, even though she's had her license for 2 years.

Lesley was never one to have many friends, and she never minded it that way. She liked the peace and quite. No one to judge her, always doing what she wants, no complaints over the music she likes...seemed perfect to her.

The best part of her school was the record and antique store a block away. She did miss the bus when she went, but she didn't mind. Her dad wasn't too happy the first few times, but they've all gotten used to the almost daily occurrence of the bus being missed.

Anyways, the time has come to enter the big building of education, for the next 7 long hours...