Abby woke on that bittersweet Friday morning drowsy and slightly worn down for a reason she couldn't quite place a distinct reason on. For some reason the air just had a bad vibe in it that morning.
The Friday was bittersweet, because, even though it was only the second day of school, she was totally ready for the weekend. But she was also saddened by the fact that she wouldn't get to talk to Connie until next Monday, after today was all said and done.
Regardless of sense of unease, she got ready to go to school like normal.
Her mom still wasn't home, which surprised Abby. Whatever, it didn't really matter to Abby where her mother was, she enjoyed the silence and solitude of her house.
She pulled her hair into a messy bun as she hummed the choruses to many different random songs, overall enjoying the fact that she wouldn't be late for school at the rate she was going at right now. For some reason though, her mind kept drifting back to worrying about her mom.
She would often ditch home for a night or two and she would still stay in touch, but more recently, she had been leaving for three days minimum and leaving no money for Abby. Her mom basically disappeared off the face of the Earth and wouldn’t even return Abby’s calls or texts.
It was really...weird? Sad? Abby wasn't really for sure how she felt for her mother, this being the woman who fought tirelessly to try to convince Abby she didn't need the treatment she got over the summer for what happened. This was the woman who always said, “Suck it up, your acting like a worthless little puss.”
How could she feel sorry for someone who put her through so much? Yet somehow she almost did...? How the fuck does that work?
Abby was walking out the door when she saw Connie's gray convertible in the driveway, roof down. She was just sitting in her car, with one hand on the wheel and the other on the horn, honking it as much as possible. Seeing her walking out of the house, Connie shouted, “Move your tits! We're gonna be late if you don't hurry!”
Abby smiled at her new buddy, and ran to the passenger side and climbed in. The song “400 Lux” was playing in the car. “Hey! I didn't realize you were coming to pick me up, but I’m glad you did!” Abby chuckled.
“Yeah, that bus sucks torture. I don't usually ride it, but I couldn't find my keys yesterday, so I kind of had to. You'll never guess where I found the little fucker, in my mom's cat's sleeping bed thing! It was so, weird my mom was just like 'Connie what the fuck is that shiny thing?' and I was like 'how the fuck should I know?' god I love her though, but sometimes she is just . . . UGH!” Connie laughed at the end of her tirade.
“Sorry, I kind of ramble.” She lit a cigarette and cracked open the car window.
“No! It's fine!” Abby looked at Connie, and their eyes met for a moment before Connie seemed to realize she was driving a giant metal vehicle.
There was a long pause, before Connie looked over to see Abby in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Connie asked, then drew in a big breathe through the cigarette.
“I don't know... this song just reminds me of... a giant black pyramid, with a white tip that shines a light, like a light house. And... it’s on the rocky shore of a sandless beach at night. I have no idea why.” Abby closed her eyes to paint the picture.
“Damn girl, you got a strange mind.” Connie let that comment linger for a moment, like the smoke coming out of her mouth lingered in the air. “I like that about you. It makes you unique and cool.”
Connie and Abby's eyes met once again, as Connie flicked ash out the window.
“Sounds like we both ramble in some way” Abby said and Connie chuckled.
