soft hums || l.h.

chapter one || stars and camaros

"Do you think that there will actually be an end?"

"Honey, you're doing it again."

"What...?"

"Oh, you know. thinking about existential crises and the meaning of life."

I sigh knowing that what she's saying is true. For a 17 year old female, I spend a great deal of my time thinking about paradoxes and reading Plato, rather than sleeping with faceless jocks and getting wasted every night. Most of the time I can fit in by acting 'normal', but when I return to my humble abode, I need a release of actual knowledge, which often drives my maternal parental unit positively

i n s a n e. My dad isn't around a lot, considering that he runs his own company, and that is probably why he's the sane one. My mother's voice brings me back to the painfully temporary physical earth:

"Anya, darling, you're seventeen. Don't you want to go out with friends and party? Don't you want to go and do you know... normal things?"

I let out an exasperated sigh as we assumed our regular morning routine. I talk about the finite amount of time that our infinite souls have in our temporary bodies on this decomposing, tending-towards-entropy Earth, and my loving mom encourages me to go and become intoxicated with the disease of teenage tom-foolery.

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I bob up the lightly carpeted stairs to my room and grab whatever is black and clean from my room. Turns out my outfit somewhat matched with my astrological mapped tank top and black jeans. I quickly braid my ponytail and grab my slouchy shoulder bag from my clothes-cluttered offensively orange carpeted floor. My feet pad down the stairs once more and I shout a quick 'later, Madre' to my mom and slip on my dilapidated vans.

Rushing to my bus stop, I fumble with the headphone jack to my phone and finally get it plugged in at the street corner. I shake my miraculous hand-held computer and shuffle my music. The minutes tick by and my bus is unusually late. Before I can say Aristotle it's 8:45, the time at which I'm walking to first period by now. I remove one earpod and swivel my head from side to side to desperately find the puke yellow colored mode of transportation, but floundered my vision with no avail. Just when I had lost all hope of getting to my crime of a school, a red '69 Camaro comes to a halt next to my panicked expression. The boy who looks like a scene right out of Grease, rolls down his window and speaks with an Australian accent:

"You know, the bus comes early on Thursdays. Need a ride?"

No question, he's aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, but he doesn't seem like the most safe option to hitch-hike to school with. Especially when my school is practically breeding ground for delinquents.

"No thanks, stranger. There's this weird thing called legs and feet and sometimes you use them to walk."

My voice drips with conceit and distaste.

I begin to strut with purpose down the street and his car follows me creepily with his leather-jacket-clad elbow hangs out of the window with ease.

"You're going the wrong way, dear."

He says painfully sweetly.

"Oh, fuck it"

I get in.

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Tahlia