The loud blaring of the alarm was ultimately the thing that brought Kalana out of her deep sleep.
Groaning, she rolled over and slammed her palm on the button that shut it off. For a moment, she didn't move, just staring at the wall. Another day of work. Another day of boring boringness. Fun.
After a few more moments, she threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, grabbing her phone on her way to the bathroom. Quickly, she clicked on her "Now Recording" playlist before jumping into the shower. Most of the time her showers were quite lengthy, but today was a work day. And she didn't quite fancy being late.
As she got ready, she found herself singing along to the lyrics of the first song on her playlist, which was Migraine by Twenty Øne Piløts.
Smiling to herself as she rapped the lyrics with absolute precision, Kalana swiftly pulled on a pair of red skinny jeans, along with a black t-shirt, followed by her favorite TØP sweatshirt. Running back to the mirror, she ran her fingers through her frizzy blonde hair and muttered a curse word.
"Stupid freaking hair... will you ever cooperate?" she muttered under her breath, glaring at her reflection. A few moments later, she decided to give up, pulling a red beanie on to hide the rat's nest that passed for her hair.
Sighing, she shook her head, still mumbling to herself as she grabbed her phone, stuck the cord for her headphones in the headphone jack, and walked into the kitchen. It was almost Friday. Which meant that it was almost shopping day. Which also meant, that there was almost nothing to eat.
Thankfully, there was still a frozen breakfast burrito. One that she, or one of her two other roommates (who didn't come home the previous night, and weren't answering their phones) hadn't already devoured. Smiling, and mumbling "thank you, God," under her breath, she threw her breakfast in the microwave before fixing herself up some coffee.
About ten minutes later, she was in her car and finally on the way to work.
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"Sorry I'm late," were her first words as she walked into the music store, her mouth still full with a half-eaten breakfast burrito. "Traffic was awful this morning. I thought I'd never make it here."
A laugh sounded from behind one stack of CD's, followed by a voice. "S'okay, Kal. It's not like you've missed anything important. You mind running into the back and organizing the store's music playlist for today?"
Kalana's face instantly lit up, and she nodded. "Yeah, sure boss."
With that, she took off towards the back room, a wide grin on her face. Putting together the store's daily playlist was hands-down, her favorite job. Nothing else could top it.
Fumbling with the cords in her hands, she plugged her phone into the sound system, before starting to browse her playlists.
This was nineteen year-old Kalana Mayes' life. She never thought she was anything special, and she definitely never thought anyone else thought she was special.
But that was all about to change.
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A/N: New story! I hope you all like it!
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Tweets ~ A Twenty Øne Piløts FanFiction
FanficKalana Mayes isn't special. She works at a music store in a small town in Ohio. And that job is her life. All day, every day. Stacking CD's, selling CD's and helping people find things in the store. However, when her shift is over, she likes to reti...