Indie finds herself in a new small midwest town she'll have to call home. As a natural outcast, school is not easy. What will her escape outlet bring her when she decides to join a local band, whose drummer hates her guts? Will the tension continue...
Saturday night, I wake up to my mom bursting into my room and chucking something at me. Once my eyes are open, she's already shut the door and vanished. Grabbing the object off my chest, it's a small box wrapped with a black bow. I sit up in my bed and unwrap it. It's a CD case and in it is a burned CD and "play me-I" is written on it with sharpie. With overwhelming hope I beg the gods for the I to stand for Indie. Jumping out of bed and rushing my way to my CD player, I put it in the tray and wait for it to play.
A soft beat begins and 10 seconds in I hear it. Her captivating voice. The vocal cords of an angel. I turn the volume up to make sure I can take in every word.
**Lyrics**
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The second I hear it, I started to sob uncontrollably,
"When I love someone as much as the ocean loves the moon I really believe you're an angel, the only angel for me"
When I think hard enough I thought to myself, the song she sang before walking out on us was for Koda. It was full of rage and disdain. Which led me to wonder if this is a song she's written for me. Adoring and sweet. Could she really feel this way about me? If she didn't, then why would she gift me this?
The beat ends and I almost stop to eject the CD until I heard the sounds of sniffling tears in the track. She was crying. My ears have perked up once she speaks,
"Lookout."
It ends.
Lookout? What could that even mean? That's when it hits me. My lookout. Our lookout. She'll either be there tonight or I'll receive another clue there that she's still around. That's when another thought slaps me in the face. There's no way she could've perfectly timed mailing this gift.
I sprint into the living room,
"How did that box get here?!" I ask frantically.
My mom scoffs at me for even speaking but still responds, "Some chick knocked on the door and told me it was for you."
"Did you ask why?!"
She slams her hands down on the counter in annoyance, "No! I don't give a fuck about your life Theo!"
Usually I would start an argument but today is not the appropriate time to do so.
I'm back in my room now and the urge I have to tell the guys what has happened is strong. I want them to know she's okay but i know if i say anything they'll try to tag along. That's the last thing I want. I think that's the last thing she wants. My heart feels like it's beating a million times per minute. I don't know why but I'm petrified of what could happen tonight. What if she's just playing tricks with me? Our last conversation it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with me, but now I receive a love song she wrote. I'm so confused and the unknown is killing me.
