A girl hummed along to her music as she walked home from school. She was focused on the lyrics, quickly interpreting them as they played through her headphones. The music was in another language, and she was determined to learn the song's lyrics.
Still muttering lyrics under her breath, she shoved a strand of her honey-blond hair out of her face as she approached the apartment complex she lived in. She could see the small patio of her apartment from where she was. The teenage girl quickened her pace, and as she was getting ready to ascend the stairs, she noticed something out of the ordinary. There was a car in the visitor parking lot.
This was strange to her because of two reasons. No one ever used the visitor lot, and the car was one she had never seen. It was a black car, one that looked nice, perhaps owned by an agency or rental company. It must have just parked since the people were still inside. The driver looked to be a shrewish woman with her hair done up a tad too tightly, causing her forehead to appear too large. In the backseat there was a silhouette of a second person, but she couldn't quite make out their features... She kept standing at the base of the stairs, curious about the newcomers.
Still muttering lyrics under her breath, she shoved a strand of her honey-blond hair out of her face as she approached the apartment complex she lived in. She could see the small patio of her apartment from where she was. The teenage girl quickened her pace, and as she was getting ready to ascend the stairs, she noticed something out of the ordinary. There was a car in the visitor parking lot.
This was strange to her because of two reasons. No one ever used the visitor lot, and the car was one she had never seen. It was a black car, one that looked nice, perhaps owned by an agency or rental company. It must have just parked since the people were still inside. The driver looked to be a shrewish woman with her hair done up a tad too tightly, causing her forehead to appear too large. In the backseat there was a silhouette of a second person, but she couldn't quite make out their features... She kept standing at the base of the stairs, curious about the newcomers.