Four hours of sleep most likely weren't enough, but Vinyl didn't care. First, it was high school: nothing to worry about ; then, it had been well worth it: she finally got her hands on her turntables again, and she made the whole building know that.
When she was in her first years of middle school, music was a way to find out what she enjoyed: if she could do something while listening to her tunes, it was a good thing. If not, it wasn't worth it. It got her quite a reputation around the school: a weird but cool girl for her fellow students, and a has-capacities-but-does-not-use-them for the teachers.
But music, yeah music was her haven bag, a place where she could forget about every crappy event of the moment, and focus on the vibrations and their effect on her. At twelve, she had already made her life choice. Why would anybody want more? Living at the rythm of the music, choosing your style of work through your style of tempo, and sharing all these positive effects on the people listening to her.
Sharing. That'd never had been her thing. Not that she was selfish or anything, but she wasn't big on sharing her emotions in middle school. And she wasn't much of a talker at the time.
"Yeah, I wasn't... Although at the time, I could've been..."
She couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic of those times, as she caressed the scar tissue on her neck, usually covered by her jacket. She then took a look at the frame placed on the small bedside table, and a wave of emotions flew through her body.
"No dude, don't cry, past is in the past."
She wiped her eyes and tried to think about something else. Something funnier. Easy. Her brother was snoring like a bear, sleeping in her fucking bed. This douche had came back at 2 a.m, and had directly fallen asleep, not giving the slightest shit about the dubstep shaking the furniture. Oh well.
Vinyl took a minute to observe her schedule: Maths, History, Biology and English, starting at 8 a.m. She still had around fifteen minutes before having to drive to CHS. God, it was nice to have her own car. And now that she had her turntables, she could focus on installing a better sound system in the vehicle. She was going to need it in order not to break down before school and work-
"WORK! OH SHIT! I completely forgot about the shop! I was supposed to be there yesterday evening!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It had been like, barely one month, and she was already skipping her shifts! Vinyl took her cellphone, searched in her contacts list, and realized she didn't have her bosse's number.
"Okay, okay, calm down dude. You'll just spend today's evening at work to compensate? Surely they will accept that and everything will be forgiven, right? Or perhaps if I tell them that I was too busy working on my music, they will understand. It's a music shop after all..."
She wasn't exactly convinced by her own plan, but there was no need for abusive concern about this. She grabbed a white towel hanging at her chair. A shower would do her good. Her hair was a mess, but she liked it that way. Even in a world like hers, where hair colours took every color possible, electric blue was pretty rare, and she was often asked if they were dyed. Teachers usually thought they were, and it added to her punk reputation. Nice. Better that than looking like her history teacher: a completely boring person. And honestly, having blue hair was stylish.
Once in the small bathroom, she took off her tank top and her mini-shorts, stretched her arms and tuned the water on. She had never understood people in constant need for cold showers. Screw cold water. Hers were always around a hundred degrees. The only proper temperature for a shower. She let the water flow through her hair and, on her face and chest, enjoying every second of the moment.
After five minutes, she proceeded to dry herself with her towel, and wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror above the sink. She took a look at her naked body, as her eyes looked at the reflection of her breasts.
"Damn, they're small. I never actually noticed before I met Tavi, but when I talk to her, I can really see the difference. Lyra's pretty much average, I think... But how has Octavia never been hit on by boys before? Um... Boarding school wasn't exactly mixed, I guess."
Vinyl remembered her friend's embarassment back in the locker room. Jeez, to show this kind of shame, she must have never had any talk about sex or anything attached to sex with her mother or sister. And given her temperament, the possibility of her asking her former schoolmates or friends, if she had any, was... thin.
"Yeah, Lyra was right. Explaining that to Tavi would be complicated. But hey, we're going to make her feel more comfortable. That's the point of friends, right?"
She got out of the bathroom, her towel wrapped around her, and took some new clothes out of her suitcase.
"No wardrobe yet, but some turntables. Priorities."
She rampaged through the clothes, and chose some light blue jeans, a black sjort tank top and a white jacket. She looked down at her exposed belly, and smiled.
"No, no piercing. Ever. One day I'll probably get a tatoo though. Bet it'd make Tavi faint."
Damn, she was thinking a lot about Octavia. Okay, they were new friends and all, but since that day when she first saw her, Vinyl's head was often filled with the image of the cellist. She wasn't sure why. She wasn't sure of anything concerning Octavia. Okay, maybe one thing: her parents sucked. If they ever learned about the cellphone, or even that their daughter was hanging out with a mute punk DJ, they'd probably take actions.
But that would never happen.