A Call, a Clamor, a Silence
It was a normal Tuesday. Having just finished school for the day, I shuffled to an old sedan in the parking lot. It was the stereotypical teenager’s first car: old, worn, and dull, but reliable to a fault. It wasn’t fancy, but it went from one place to another without issue. Today was no different, navigating me through the light early afternoon traffic to my normal afterschool job. My mind activated autopilot for the normal work tasks, and soon began to wander. In a few hours, I would be free of my daily responsibilities and able to do something a bit more enjoyable. Maybe my siblings would be up for a walk to the waterfall in the park, or perhaps my friends would invite me to something last-second. Of course, I needed to make sure I had enough time to set aside for bass guitar practice later, and I think it was my turn to help with dinner tonight… The tinny sound of over-compressed rock music dumped me back into the present. My coworker, a friend and fellow student, sm