Gasoline

Chapter 1

I woke up to my phone blaring Somewhere in Neverland by All Time Low. 5:10 a.m my clock read, time to get up. "Ashley, what's the plan for today?" My mother asked me as she stood in the doorway of my small bedroom. "The same as everyday mom.. School, work, and then singing lessons at the theatre." She nodded her head and walked away. I rolled myself out of bed and walked over to my closet. Most days I would give in to my normal outfit of band t shirt and leggings, but today felt different. I went for a black t shirt dress and threw on my army green jacket along with my doc martens. I put my hair in a side braid and applied mascara and powder to make my face look less "dead".
When I walked into the living room of our brick walked apartment I saw my mother standing at the island making me breakfast. "Mom I'm not hungry, and plus I need to leave now if I'm going to walk to school in time." I told her as I gather my books and put them in my bag. "Ashley you need to eat something!" She stated, clearly getting frustrated. I grabbed the fork and took one bite of the eggs she had made for me. "Mmmmm delicious." I told her. She rolled her eyes at me, and before she had the chance to yell at me I made my way out the door. The walk to school is about 20 minutes, I guess that's a perk of living in a city like Chicago. You can walk or ride your bike almost anywhere. When I reached the school I put all my binders in my bag that I would need for my classes and then made my way to my first class.

The school day went as normal and by the end of the day I was ready to leave. I walked out of the school and immediately made my way to urban outfitters, where I had recently gotten a job as a cashier. My shift was only 2 hours but felt like it could have been 4. All I could think about was being able to sing later. Ever since I was a little girl I loved music. For me music was like a story, that you could live and feel for up to 5 minutes. I loved how it could connect two people and make them feel as one.

When my shift was over I made my way over to the Chicago theatre where my singing classes are held every night. I sat in the theatre and waited for my singing teacher to come in, and as I pulled out my phone I heard the door open from the front of the theatre. "Is this the class for kids interested in singing?" As I turned around I saw a tall tough looking boy with dark hair. Hm we never get new kids that look like that I thought to myself...