"What the hell was that?" He hollered, pointing his finger to the ceiling. I cringed as his voice echoes through the room and the door slams shut. "Um..." I stutter. "Uh..." "What did I say about music?" Spit came flying and he looked like he was ready to bust a vein. If this was a different situation and I wasn't about to get beat to a pulp, I probably would have laughed. Scratch that- I definitely would have laughed. But as you can clearly tell, I'm not in a different situation. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} The Band Next Door. Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved. WARNING: I wrote this when I was 14, therefore it is not the best representation of my ability as a writer. This book deals with mature subjects such as abuse, depression, and swearing. Read at your own risk (gives you a waiver and candy) cover by- @wolvesinparadise highest ranking: #131 What's Hot in teen fiction