THE BLACK PARADE.

New Girl In New Haven

[8 years later]

Lindsey loathed the thought of moving.

Ever since she was little, her parents never settled in just one place to live in. They would jump around states, hell, if you'd make them mark all the states they'd already been with a red marker on a map, they could provide the motherfucking red carpet for Oscars. Not really. But Lindsey liked exaggerating so fuck limits.

Ever since she had grown aware of her situation, she decided to never get too attached with anything or anyone in that said town. Because she learned that lesson before when she had to leave her best friend Jamia when she was 7, they were in Cali that time, or was it? Ugh, well whatever.

She thought that by that method, she could just get away easily. She could just move on, like what her parents always do. But being the stupid, hormonal teenage girl that she is, well, she fell in love..(?) honestly, she doesn't know if it is love or if it's just the chemicals in her brain that's telling her that. But whatever, she felt something and she thought it was special.

To be honest, she never even thought twice about liking that guy. But whatever she felt, its slowly fading away thank heavens. She never even thought that her parents could freaking rival a wanted Russian mafia couple in terms of having to move places to live in. She asked both of them once why they liked to move places, and they said it's because they still haven't found home yet(?) and Lindsey was just too tired to even ask what the fuck do they even mean by that.

Home is where the heart is.

So, are their hearts in freaking Nigeria or what?!, she thought.
Wait, they still haven't been there. What if it is? well, shit.

Sometimes, she just wants to bang her head on the wall 5 hours a day because of her parents. They're just so confusing. One day, they're gonna live a perfect life in their new found house then the next week or so, they'll want to move just because it "doesn't feel right" for them or shit. She's just sick and tired of moving. She's just sick of her parents forcing her to leave behind something she might even grow to love. Her parents, She loves them but sometimes(lol jk, often) or more particularly this time, they make such decisions that just leaves Lindsey in a temporary yet a bit long termed state of hysteria.

And she hates every second of it. But any back up plans to prevent herself from ending up on the backseat of their family car is already too late to be executed, since, oh god forbid it, her parents are already wailing out the lyrics to "Like A Virgin" by Madonna on their way to wherever the hell their destination is, Lindsey doesn't even care anymore. She grimaced.
One more thing she hates about her parents: cliche music taste. Well, she doesn't have anything against Madonna, but she's just so..overused.

"Touched for the very first time.."her parents sang in unison and winked at each other, earning a disgusted look from Lindsey. And that was it. That was fucking it.

Lindsey groaned and started pulling out her headphones and iPod from her duffle bag, wanting to listen to some Misfits as soon as possible because she ain't gonna want to have to hear her parents sing about sex no more. She's just so done with all their Madonna shit.
Originally, that was just her mum's obsession, I guess it kinda just got passed down to her dad, but THANK GOOD MERCIFUL JESUS, not to her. As soon as Last Caress started to play, she closed her eyes, and with the oddly relaxing punk rock music blasting through her ears, she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she looked out to the window to see a foggy setting. A blurry sight of a sign came nearer as her father sped their car forwards.

Welcome To New Haven. It said in chipped white paint written in cursive. Lindsey sighed, a mist created as her warm breath collided with the glass.