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[color=7FFFD4]Location:[/color] Nowhere Nice 
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbEwHJX95QE]I'm too fucked up to dance; so I'mma sit with my hand down the front of my pants[/url][hr][/center]


There was a singular sound as one heavy object collided with a handful of other, less heavy objects; following the echoed collision came a soft mechanical whirring that got lost in the overhead sounds of a comical animation indicating the type of collision that just happened. Normally the sounds on the hanging monitors were drowned out in a sea of crashes, claps, and blaring top forty music from the jukebox near the front but the perk of employee privilege meant Kenzi could hang out at the King Pin before opening. It didn't exactly make up for the other aspects of the job, namely having to be treated like some uneducated loser by the leagues while also trying to have school mates attempt to get a discount from her. She always got a laugh out of that one; during school hours she might as well have been a police zone with how everyone went out of their way to avoid her but as soon as she had something they wanted it was like they were best friends. It was the only bit of power she had at the job and she took a unique sort of delight in telling the students searching for Kenzi's Discount to fuck off and rent some shoes already. 

Sometimes she didn't even bother spraying them before renting them out. 

Kenzi had been working at the King Pin for almost half a year now; she lied on the application and told the manager or the owner or whoever that she was sixteen when at the time she was a few months shy. She was sixteen now, of course, but what was the harm in getting a little experience even if it meant skirting the bounds of the law. She hated it but it came with the benefit of not having to go home after school to be grilled by her mother. When Kenzi first got the job and started coming home later and later, Amber Lin assumed her youngest daughter was involved with drugs, much like Kenzi's older sister Kim had been. It wasn't until Kenzi's sixteenth birthday that Kenzi came forth with the sad truth. Amber had been upset and even demanded Kenzi quit up until Kenzi made up some bullshit about a part time job looking good on a college application. That had made Kenzi laugh internally; as if she was going to go to college. It wasn't in her plan, if nothing more than a longshot goal could be considered a plan. 

In the months since her hiring, Kenzi did her work with only a few incidents, for all intents and purposes she was a fine employee, if a bit mouthy with some of the more rude customers since that was the only way to get them to shut up. Since she had been a decent enough employee the owner saw fit to give Kenzi a set of keys so she could lock up after her shifts. It was those keys that allowed her to enter before opening. The King Pin was not a place Kenzi particularly enjoyed, but then she didn't enjoy any place really, but it was nice to have a place to escape for a while. No one could bother her before opening hours and as far as she knew no one in her classes - the ones she attended - hung out here since there was a very strict no underage drinking policy and if there was one thing high school kids around here liked it was not going fucking bowling. The few stragglers from the school that did come were no one she recognized. Which wasn't saying much since she wouldn't recognize any of her classmates without being told. They didn't make an effort to include her, she didn't make an effort to remember them and thus it was. 

The red bowling ball zoomed back up to the alley as the pins were reset. Kenzi fingered the ball and tossed it down the alley. Another crash and the pins fell over to the fanfare of the television hanging overhead. That was the tenth frame and the game was over. Her score didn't matter; Kenzi didn't even much like bowling but it was something to do away from people. It got her out of the house and it gave her time to just be by herself, where she didn't feel the need to act differently or drown in the pressure of parental conformity. 

As Kenzi shut down her lane and put the ball back on the rack, she heard the alert tone of her phone. That was strange. Most alerts she got were emails in her spam folder or her mother asking where she was and when she was coming home. Curiosity got the best of her but all it got her was a deep sigh; all it was was a notification to update her Facebook app. There was no point in doing it. Sure, Kenzi had an account but her friend list was in the single digits. Zero counted as a digit, surely. She wasn't going to update it, she never used the thing. 

It was early yet and though she had the keys to the door, the boss still didn't like it when the employees abused the power that the keys had. Kenzi just wanted to get away from home. From school. From responsibilities. Even if only for an hour or so. It was early yet and bowling a game in silence and solitude was almost cathartic. All she had to worry about was picking up a spare. Not her grades. Not her mother. Not her sister. Not the fucking talent show incident that she still got shit for. Just ten pins and a ten pound ball. 

Kenzi hit the lights as she left. The King Pin would open up later. It was early and there was probably enough change in her pocket to snag a McMuffin or some shit. There was nothing else to do. 

Kenzi was starting to understand why her sister turned to sex and drugs and dropping out. At least then every day was something different. 

With hands thrust firmly in the pockets of her jacket, Kenzi stepped out into the crisp cool morning air, ready to face another day of nothingness and isolation. 

She'd have to remember that phrase in the future. It would make for a good song name.