misfits :: mgc

three

nina

entering the parking lot, my eyes scanned around for my mother's car. eventually i found it, jogging over as i adjusted the strap of my bag. opening the car door, i slid into the car seat.

my mother turned to face me, a warm smile upon her lipstick coated lips, "how was it?"

how was it? i mean, it wasn't as bad as i would've expected - which says a lot as i thought it was going to be terrible. the actual group was pretty boring, but the boy that had just joined made it all the more enjoyable.

"it was okay," i shrugged, clipping my seatbelt.

"good," she grinned, reversing out of the car park and heading onto the motorway.

the journey home took longer than usual due to the amount of traffic considering it was still pretty early in the day.

the sound of iron maiden was distinguishable through the speakers of the car. my fingers drummed against my thigh to the beat of the trooper.

"what a racket," my mother chucked, referring to the guitar riff that was currently coming from the speaker.

"it must be true, opposites do attract," i spoke, "dad loves iron maiden, you hate them."

my mother laughed lightly, shaking her head. "we both went to one of their concerts, it was our second date," she sighed contently.

"how cute," i chaffed, finding the image of my parents at a rock concert rather amusing.

music really is a great thing, it will never die. it's a relief for some people, like myself. almost like a break from the cruel world of reality, even if it's only for a little while. music is for everyone, there are many styles of it, whether it be rock, metal, pop, punk and so on.

"nina?" my mother spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"yeah, sorry," i mumbled, my words coming out incoherent as i got out of the car.

"help me with the groceries, the new neighbours are coming over very soon," she ordered, her hands already occupied by various bags of food and such.

"new neighbours?" i quizzed, just hearing of this news. quite frankly, i was confused.

"yes, new neighbours," my mother replied, her tone indicating that i was supposed to know about this.

"okay?" i sighed, still unsure of who the 'new neighbours' were and when they had arrived.

collecting the remaining bags, i shut the car boot and rushed up the two front steps before entering the house.

i placed the bags in the kitchen before hoisting myself up on the island where my mother was washing vegetables with water.

"so, when are they coming over?" i questioned, swinging my legs that were dangling from the counter.

she glanced at her watch before replying, "in about an hour or so."

my eyes widened as i realised i didn't have much time considering i still had to finish the last of my book for English and take down some notes.

speeding up the stairs, i almost ran into my door. quickly, i changed into a sweater and a plaid skirt along with some black knee socks.

now, time to study.

reaching for a random vinyl, i placed it into my record player before grabbing my backpack and receiving my unfinished english notes, a pen and the book i was working on.

opening the book to the page i had left off from, i began to read the many, many words that seemed to go on for what felt like an eternity.

eventually after forty-five minutes that consisted of uncomfortable positions and the struggle of maintaining concentration, i finished the book and my notes were complete.

laying down on my bed, i closed my eyes. god, was i tired. just as i drifted off, the shrill of the doorbell disturbed me.

groaning loudly, i got up from my bed. a familiar tune from the neighbourhood was playing through my room.

skipping downstairs, i was met with a middle aged woman and man. they greeted me with bright and welcoming smiles, both offering hands which i gladly shook. i returned a kind smile to them however it soon faltered as i seen who was standing behind them.

why the hell was michael in my house?