The familiar beat rung over and over through my head. Beginning to tap my fingers on the desk I nodded my head in time with the music and mouthed the words. The intensity began to increase and so did my energy, and I stood up and started to move my body around the room in time to the lyrics. Finally the chorus started and the music took over, my arms were flailing around and my feet jumping from side to side, shoulders shimmying and hips swaying. So suddenly my bedroom door swung open and in stormed my mother, filled with rage and screaming something I couldn't hear. In a panic, I ripped out my earphones and asked her what was wrong.
Mum: "What on earth are you doing?!"
Me: "What?"
Mum: "Could you be singing any louder? You woke up the baby, your father and probably the rest of the neighbourhood!"
Me: "Was I singing?"
Mum: "Are you serious? Of course you were singing Penny!"
Me: "Oh..I'm sorry"
Mum: "You need to get out of the house. Seriously, it's Friday night, why aren't you hanging out with your friends like every other teenage girl?".
Me: "I don't know".
Mum: "Penny, go out, please".
I nodded as she strutted out of my room and down the hallway. Truth be told, I didn't really have friends. Of course she didn't know that, because she wouldn't care. Despite that, I knew that I'd get a huge yelling if I didn't leave so I pulled on a hoodie and my converse and put my earphones back in. As I walked out of the house, Mum gave me a wave and I just turned away, and pushed open the front door.
Walking down the street was always so nostalgic. It brought me back to when I was little, I would skip down the street with pigtails and a skirt, not a care in the world. The houses in this street were so perfect. The painted picture of a perfect family and perfect life. Suburban as hell I suppose. It annoyed me so I pulled out my phone and started to scroll through my feed. Boring. Just typical pictures of girls from my school at the beach or being stupid with their friends. I'm not oblivious to why I don't have any friends. I can be rude, reserved and I don't make any effort to socialise. It's never really bothered me because I prefer to be alone but seeing the happiness in peoples faces on social media makes me feel lonely. My mum is always saying, 'Penny, you're 17 years old! Why don't you spend more time with you're friends?'. It sucks. Turning the corner of the street I decided to go the park and as I approached it something stopped me in my tracks. A glimpse, just a tiny glimpse of blonde hair sweeping past made my heart stop and memories flooded in. That's when I saw her.
