Mute

3- Package

At some random time in the middle of the night, I'm awoken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Who's up at this time of the night?

I sleepily trudge into the kitchen towards the front door. "Package for Penelope Hope" They mumble, passing over a weird shaped box. I fake a smile and close the door. That's definitely way too early for anyone to be awake.

I sleepily walk back into my room and hide under my covers like a scared 3-year-old. But my curiosity gets the best of me, I need to know what's inside of this box. After checking the time and turning a light on, I see that it's around 5 in the morning. I was right it's still basically the middle of the night.

After removing the tape and opening the box, I see a card labelled by my parents. What could of they sent me from a different country? Oh right, they live in London, when I'm all the way in Los Angeles. I carefully open the box to see my old passport from a few years ago and what looks like plane tickets. But two? Why would I need two tickets?

I open the card enclosed and start to read...
"Hello Penelope, we have enclosed two tickets over to see us in the upcoming Christmas holidays. I know we haven't been on the best of terms but I hope you'd come and sort out those problems. And the second ticket there is for a boyfriend or girlfriend of yours, or even just a friend (we hope you have some of those) for us to meet.
Anyway call us soon and confirm if you're coming or not, I know it's months away but we just want to be prepared.
Love Mother and Father xoxo"

They should have checked if I had plans already. Maybe I wanted to spend the holidays with Clara binge watching Doctor Who or Sherlock. I don't particularly want to see my parents, considering they'd just yell at me for not saying anything. But I'd feel bad if I turn down their offer. At least I have time to think.

I don't bother to try and fall back to sleep, as there wouldn't really be much of a reason to. I'd have only an hour or so extra sleep if I could actually fall asleep.

After a while of scrolling on Twitter and Instagram, I decide to get up and have a nice hot shower and get ready for work. I'll decide on what 'cool' outfit I'll wear after.

Before hopping in the shower I turn up my speaker and blast my playlist of random songs. The first of those random songs being 'Kitchen Sink'. I skillfully dance through my room into the bathroom, making sure that I wouldn't slip.

Once the hot water hits my back I relax. I don't need to stress out about my parents, they'll get over it, they have to otherwise they won't see me as much.

After washing the hair, I get out, wrapping a towel around me and walking back into my room to find something to wear. Minutes of flipping through billions of band shirts, I find one that suits my mood of today which of course is a Twenty One Pilots cropped shirt, which I match with a matching coloured high waisted skirt and converse.

I let my hair dry naturally as I walk to find some breakfast. Since I'm lazy and hungry, I just make toast and cover it in Nutella. I'm unhealthy as well, but who cares I'm allowed to be.

By the time my hair has naturally dried, my stomach is full and my face is lightly make-upped and it's time to head off to work.

Usually, people would hate or dislike going to work early in the morning, but I was already a morning person, well a slight morning person. And who wouldn't want to work at a place how it's expected that I wear headphones and dance around the shop when no one's looking. It's one of the best jobs in the world, well by my opinion.

I eventually step out of my apartment and lock the door. I shuffle my music and hear the first chords of 'Welcome to the Black Parade' playing in my ears. I ignore the feeling of slight sadness with this song and head off to the shop.

Time to deal with more Clara weirdness.