[center][i]Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I’m sinking to the bottom of my 
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse bean has just run out
I’m cold as cold as cold can be[/i][/center]

Blue October blasted in Audrey’s ears through small ear buds that hardly ever left the sides of her face. She’d been working out in the basement for 30 minutes at least so far. Long enough to have a light sheen of sweat cover her body anyway. She continued punching the bag in front of her until the song ended, an uppercut to seal the deal before pushing it away from her panting form. She walked over to the mirrors against the wall, grabbing her water bottle she’d set on the floor and chugging it. Her hazel eyes caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Honey hair, messy and short… black sports bra and some black baggy sweats with her tennis shoes and she didn’t know whether she could pull off sporty, or if she just looked rough.

She closed the bottle and set it back down clumsily, having glove weights on her hands. She sighed and looked around at the other equipment before shaking her head. [i]I really should be more social… other people are up by now surely,[/i] she thought to herself, ripping off the gloves and tossing them. Another song had started, and Audrey was beginning to hold onto a lot of stored sonic energy. She put a hand up and filled the room with a large blast of light that permeated almost to the halls outside the room, before letting it fade. [b]”There,”[/b] she breathed heavily, leaving the comfort of metal bars and whirring machines for the cold hallways of the manor. 

Audrey managed to get to her room without running into too many people, showering and changing into something more ‘socially appropriate’ she supposed. Some hole filled flare jeans and a black cami. She left her hair wet, not bothering to dry it or put on makeup, as she left her room once more, music player tucked in her pocket. She always had it on her, afraid the one time she didn’t, something terrible would happen. It was her life line basically. And though she’d been at the school for 6 months already, she’d yet to even explain that to anyone but teachers really. Some students were friendly enough, but most were bags of emotional scar tissue that couldn’t get past their own hang ups enough to say hi. 

[b]”Protein shake.”[/b] she said aloud to herself, reminding her to go get something to eat post workout while she began down the hall to the kitchen.