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Chapter 2 Concert for one?

Chapter 2

Concert for one?

After Nicole said she'd see me there and told me to be careful I was left alone in the house. We hadn't lived here all that long, about a year. My childhood home was right around the corner, so I knew the area really well. As I walked to grab my keys off the key rack I let out a chuckle at how they couldn't remove the rack from the wall. After the rack fell on a daily basis my dad got annoyed and tried several different ways to get to stay on the wall. I guess he eventually got it to work too well. I grabbed my keys and went back to the front door. I turned around before stepping out and took a look around. I regretted that action almost immediately. I made it all the way into my car before I broke down. Nicole's car and the moving van were already well on their way. Now it's just me and my car, the last thing my dad ever fixed. You see, my dad was a mechanic, a great one at that, so my entire family was always into cars. When I was about fourteen years old I became obsessed with the Chevy ii. It took us two years to find and another year to fix to drivable conditions, which is where I'm at now.

I haven't driven it in what feels like a lifetime, but there was no way I could leave it here. No, this was our car. Everyone in the family spent time fixing it at one point or another. Finally, after who knows how long I started it up and couldn't help but smile when I heard the engine turn over and purr to life.

Most people have to do as double take when they hear it because honestly the sound doesn't match its appearance. The car looks old and worn, because it is, but sounds new, vibrant, and full of power. I sped through the back roads knowing no one goes this way and I could go as fast as I pleased. The windows were down because this car is from the 60's which means no A/C for me. Is it hot in the Texas weather? Most definitely. Is it worth it? Most definitely. Eventually I'll invest in one, but at the moment it's not anywhere close to the top of my list of priorities. I flipped through the radio stations, the radio and speaker system being a recent investment, until I found a classic rock station. Don't get me wrong, I listen to almost every kind of music: country, pop, R&B, rock, alternative rock You name it, I probably listen to it. But, sometimes you just need a little Guns N' Roses. The drive wasn't long, 45 minutes tops. Granted my speed was way above the limit. With other thoughts clouding my mind like a spring storm it's difficult for me to abide that law. As I roll to a stop I know I have to keep my speed down now that I'm in a residential area. I really don't need another ticket, or another accident, my subconscious told me. I'm now at a complete stop at the red light as the song changes from Aerosmith to Motley Crue. Same Old Situation blared through the speakers as I increased the volume to its max. This was always one of my parents favorites. We would drive around singing along as a family whenever it came on. Before I fully realized it, I was full out rock out in my car. My hair flying around as I flipped my head from side to side dancing in my seat to the beat. I was playing the drums with my fingers on the steering wheel while belted out the lyrics. Concert for one? I think yes. "This is a long light," I thought to myself as my song once again changed. I turned down the radio, not being as big of a fan of the next song playing. As I looked over into the lane next to me for the first time, I saw the 2014 flat black Camaro with its windows down as well. "Cute," I thought. Of course they would have a car like that in this town; I swear everyone is rich here. The driver and passenger seemed amused by my performance. I shrugged their presence off,  not minding the audience.Personally I am a believer in the idea of 'you do the crime,  you do the time'. Although this isn't prison,  the saying still applies. You make the decision then you better stick with it.

The light finally changed and I sped off the line first. The Camaro caught up and by the way it was being driven there was no doubt they were playing some game with me. I had confidence in my car and decided to play their little game, so I sped past them. It really is quite amusing to see people's reactions when I drive like this. Especially when they know I'm a girl. People expect girls to be these scared little damsels, that are clueless. It's quite pleasurable to prove them wrong, if I do say so myself. The Camaro did surprise me by speeding past me again. The bigger surprise was when it cut over into my lane. I saw the diver looking back at me with that cocky smirk thinking he won. I became even more determined to prove stick it to him,  when I suddenly remembered why I'm here. I quickly turned into the neighborhold I was originally destined to go to, nearly missing it. I barely made it in because I was so focused on that stupid jerks smirk. I was still agitated and I guess the neighborhood knew it too. I received glares from pedestrians probably because of my speed. Or my loud car. Or my music. Or the fact I screeched into the neighborhood barely in time.

I cruise for another three minutes looking for my new house. This neighborhood isn't the easiest to navigate. If you even want to call it a neighborhood. I would call it a small community. It had a full sized park in the middle for goodness sake. When I finally reached my destination I parked out front, the driveway being consumed by Nicole's car and the moving van. I shut off my car and stared at the house. It was a lot bigger than my last one, but apparently everyone lived large here. I've been here several times in last three years. It is my aunts' house after all. I just never thought I'd have to move in with her.

A/N So here's chapter two! It's a little lighter because like I said she's becoming more and more like herself, slowly! comment what you think vote if you like it(: oh and the music part is what I was listening to while writing. I'll probably do that a lot because I listen to music...like alot

~Lou