I stepped out onto the faded black tarmac, squinting my eyes at the sun. It was warm, muggy almost. I ran my fingers down the sleeve of my jacket. I began on my walk home, dodging guys on bikes that couldn't ride them if their lives solely depended on it. I fiddled with my ponytail, yanking on the twist tie and running my fingers though my hair. I looked around. The robins were singing for a sweetheart, the bushes whispered and everything was quiet, except for the noises of car doors slamming and engines roaring to life, and impatient parents yelling profanity at one another in the parking lot. I shoved one hand into my pocket, turning on my iPod and unlocking it with a simple swipe. I couldn't remember anything, including passwords and I always had it in my hand or on me, so I wasn't scared of someone even trying to steal it. Besides, I had spot-on self defense skills. The least of my worries were on people trying to mug me of an iPod. I pulled it out of my pocket, ignoring the notice letting me know I had received a text from my fake friends. I went to music and scrolled through my playlist. Turning shuffle on, I played a Maroon 5 track and unraveled my earbuds. Putting them in my ears, I shoved my iPod back in my pocket and contined my walk home. My dad would likely be waiting in his car to pick me up, and I'd get the ever so annoying, "How was your day?" or "What did you do?" like he cared. The only thing my dad gave me was stress and frustration. And on a very rare occasion, happiness.
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