When we got home my dad was cool about not asking too many questions. He made me a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. It was funny to think about because we were living in a big, fancy house I mostly paid for and we still made grilled cheese with white bread and the almost fake tasting American cheese. All the little details of our kitchen I started to look at. The clear fingerprints that were clearly visible on our stainless steel refrigerator. The dirty dishes sitting on the counter top. It looked so normal. Then we remember it’s in a three story house in a gated community of rich people.
I ran up the stairs to my room on the second story and grabbed my iPod touch, fourth gen, and flopped down on my bed. I went into the music app and then clicked new playlist. The screen popped up to name the playlist what do I name this? I wondered. Austin loved music. He preferred the oldies, which I didn’t object to, they were my favorite to.
Music had been one thing we had bonded over. We both were obsessed. After my books took off I got a lot of money. His family didn’t, no, doesn’t have much money. Austin never really let me help out much, but getting him an iPod and iTunes gift cards was a weak spot
I thought about this for a minute. I named the playlist recovery. That seemed like a good idea based on where it was going to be played. I sorted through my music and found some Johnny Cash. I even found some stuff by The Eagles, Journey, Kansas and Queen. I spent some time organizing it and making sure the songs flowed well. Then I started playing it through the speakers in my room. This doesn’t sound half bad. I thought to myself.
Then there was a knock on the door. “Ya?” I yelled over the blaring music. My mom opened the door
“Time for dinner,” she said, “Come downstairs now,” I paused the playlist right after the guitar solo in Don’t Stop Believen.
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The Final Call
DragosteWARNING! This story could trigger some readers! Please use caution! Ally had never lived an ordinary life. She was a successful, published author before high school. She'd always had her troubles, but nothing like this. When her boyfriend tries to...
