She woke up with a gasp, eyes snapping open, flailing limb coming back towards her with a thud. Realizing the soft surface beneath her, she grasped the fact she was in bed and not falling as she had thought. She rolled to the side and saw the pink walls of the ghastly room she had been sleeping in for the last month, dragging her gaze further down the wall she saw the girl, Jane, in the top bunk next to hers. Jane’s eyes were closed, lids clad in smudged eyeshadow she hadn’t managed to get off the night before, the pink room was her idea. Repulsed by the sight Peyton flipped onto her back and pulled out her phone. 7:30, half an hour before she had to get up. Peyton pulled out a pair of headphones, plugged them in and switched on the Indie Rock she loved to listen to. Tears welled in her eyes as she flicked through photos of friends long gone and the parents she could no longer find. Peyton cursed as the phone slid from her hand and fell onto her freckled nose. She felt the bed shake and turned to see Jane climbing up the ladder in her pink pajamas and scowled but quickly recovered as Jane made it to the top. “What ’re you listening to P,” Jane’s naisily voice made Peyton cringe, the nickname she hated didn’t help either. “Oh…er…um,” Peyton discovered that during the fall down towards her face the headphones had slightly pulled from the jack. She struggled to think of a pop song but couldn’t think of any, eventually she gave up, “You know… that one by… er, that dude, what’s-his-face.” She knew she had blown it but then Jane replied, “I love That One,” and started humming a tune that didn’t sound familiar at all. Peyton stifled a laugh, what kind of singer calls himself ‘that dude, what’s-his-face’.

here you go guys, It’s pretty quick and real bad but hopefully you won’t hate on me too much.

-p