The clocked ticked.
Thump, thump, thump. Emma's eyes viewed back up at the timepiece.
"It's 8:17. The stupid bus is late."
Emma reached inside her backpack for her iPod Nano, a recent birthday present from her mother.
Her mind clouded. The music player was in a beaten-up case covered in pop graffiti.
To Emma's taste, the iPod contained various genres of music. Her favorite alternative artists and Eminem took up a majority of her machine's eight gigabytes. Emma did indeed have an open mind. Melodies were melodies to her. Nothing more, nothing less.
The remaining minority was filled with an unbalanced variety of rock, country and a little bit of everything else in between
The gadget was in no time scratched up after her birthday (the wooden fences she sat on listening offered it no mercy), and the engraving in the reflective aluminum on the back was barely readable.
To my b_by. For wherev_r life ta_es you, you'll n_ver be _ithout th_ songs that m_ke you happy. Lov_, Mom.
She untangled the cord of her dingy white headphones and tuned the Nano to shuffle mode. The band Perry came on. In her opinion, the band was...eh...decent.
Her cheek began to bleed again from the wounds. The blood stained her fingers.
Listening to music becomes undeniably necessary at times like these.
