The Girl With a Guitar

4. Weekend, Here I Come

I slept in today, not unusual, but I woke up at 4pm. Definitely unusual for me, I can never sleep past 1. I'm still tired so I try going back to sleep but the sun is beaming at me through a crack in my curtains. Ugh, I'm definitely not going back to sleep now.

I don't want my mum or anyone that may have come to visit me to know that I'm awake so I just stay in bed, but I need to get my anger out. I need to play my guitar. I scramble around my room to find my headphones that go into my amp and plug then in, then hook the lead up to my guitar and switch it on, waiting for the sound to come through.

I play everything I've learnt on guitar, including the riff I made up a while back. I decide that I'll try and write another, or just string together some random chords. Easier said than done when you're exhausted.

I end up just plucking strings and putting fingers on random frets, basically just making noise. I decide to listen to music instead and pack my guitar up and take the amp extension part of my headphones off to reveal the part that can plug into my phone. I love listening to my music through these headphones, the quality is so high, it's so easy to forget everything and just melt into the music, which is exactly what I need.

I start getting bored so I check my phone to see 67 messages from Olivia, 8 missed calls, and messages from my favourite people ever. Yay. Not dealing with that, no way. Let's play a game. Bitlife will do, I'll screw up this guy's life, what's there to lose? I don't know why I always give them all the best possible life.

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Yeahh, bitlife's not doing it for me. I've got to do something, I can't stay in bed forever. I grab some comfy clothes and get dressed and brush my hair, contemplating whether I should keep it down or put it in a pony tail. Can't be bothered to do anything with it, it's fine as is.

Hmmmm, what am I going to do? I sneak down the stairs and see if anyone's here. Can't hear anyone, mum's keys are gone. Guess she had to go to work or something. I sneak to the front door to check just in case. Mum's car is definitely gone, no one else is here or anything, we're all good.

I walk to the kitchen and grab a little pack of chips because despite having not eaten all day, I'm not even that hungry, but I know I need to eat something. I sit on our extremely comfortable couch and slowly finish the pack of chips before going outside to Axel.

"Axel boyy! Come here! Axelllll!" I yell out in a baby voice. Axel is nowhere in sight so I venture out into the backyard to see Axel snarling at the gate to the side of the house. I slowly walk up to him from his side, making sure he can see me. "Hey boy, what's wrong? Shhhh, it's okay, calm down, what's wrong?" Almost as if he understood me perfectly, he calms down and comes over to me, still defensive and guarding me. I move towards the gate and open it to see Abigail. Wonderful.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice laced with anger. "....Your dog scared me.." yeah, of course he did, bitch. "Pffft, he wouldn't have if you weren't snooping around the side of my house! Now what are you doing here?" She looks genuinely scared and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. I roll my eyes and tell her to get lost and never come back or I'll call the police. She runs with her tail between her legs, Axel goes to run after her and I actually let him. We've trained him to stop when we whistle, the neighbourhood isn't always too secure, evidently. Axel is very obedient and I have no doubt that she'll just shit her pants and will run away without a scratch, lucky her. Axel just chases her and doesn't even go to attack her or anything, just barks. I decide that's enough when they're a couple houses away and whistle for him and he stops right away and comes bounding back, looking proud of himself. I look at Abigail and she's still running, which makes me remember that she's not all that fit, she'll be absolutely exhausted, and again, I almost feel bad.