I press the piano tiles in correlation. My fingers glide across the keys. I am one with the music. At that moment, I wasn't Carina. I was free.
I stop.
Salem, my cat, jumps onto my lap. I scratch behind her ear. She purrs. I bought Salem 5 years ago. I felt as though I needed a pet. Since I'm not really a dog person, I chose a cat.
When I was walking through the adoption center, nothing really stood out to me until I walked by her. Her ear had a little bandage around it. One of her eyes were brown and another was blue. She looked at me and once I looked back I knew she was the one.
My stomach grumbles. I slide off the piano bench to make food. I look in the cabinets and find nothing.
"Maybe I have some leftover cereal?"
I open the steel doors to my fridge to find an old Pepsi can.
"Ugh, this means I have to go outside. I can't deal"
I roll my eyes and walk to my room to get dressed. I put on a black t-shirt with light blue skinny jeans. I put on my purple pullover and I slip on my black converse. I pull my light brown kinky curly hair into a ponytail and stare at my blue eyes and caramel skin complexion.
I sigh.
I step out my home and lock the door. I hop into my car. My car is a 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner. I've had this car ever since I was 18.
I close the doors and put the key in the ignition. The car turns on with a purr. I pull out of my driveway and drive to Publix. The only place where it's kind of quiet.
"All right Carina," I say talking to myself. "If you don't make eye contact with anyone then they possibly won't talk to you. We are gonna get some Honey Nut Cheerios, S'more Pop tarts, Orange Juice, a tray of beef, noodles and spaghetti sauce."
I pull up to the Publix and park.
FUCK why does there have to be SO MANY PEOPLE HERE! Can't they all just GO HOME!
I walk into Publix.
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"Gah these bags are so HEAVY!" I shout by accident.
Everyone in the parking lot looks directly at me. I look down and quickly run to my car, bags in hand.
I toss the bags in the passenger seat then start the car. I drive all the way home.
Smart Carina, now everyone in the parking lot thinks you're a weirdo.
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I throw away the paper plate. The time reads 11:54 pm.
"Mmmm that was delicious! Right, Salem?"
Salem meows. I pick her up and walk towards the couch. I sit on the couch and lay down. Salem lays on my chest. I grab the remote and turn to NickToons. By this time there is usually a Spongebob marathon. I lay down and watch Spongebob sing about shoelaces. Without thinking, I fall asleep.
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Carina..
Carinaaaaa...........
Carina!
I open my eyes to see black everywhere. I'm standing on a dark grey cloud.
Carinaaaaaaa......
I hear someone call my name. Who could it be? I turn around to see two shadowy figure. They walk towards me. From far away, it looks like a woman and a man.
"How could you Carina?"
Its a voice I've heard before but I can't pinpoint exactly who it is.
"Carina you killed us, how could you?"
"Mom? Dad?"
Suddenly the figures are right in front of me.
"Carina, why did you kill us?"
"Mom, Dad I didn't kill you! I would never kill you"
They come a bit closer, so close I could feel their cool breaths on my nose.
"YOU KILLED ME AND YOUR FATHER! TIME FOR YOU TO PAY THE PRICE"
A blinding light flashes.
I quickly sit up, tear streaks running down my face. I bring my knees close to me and start crying.
"Mom, Dad, I didn't do it, I miss you so much"
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The
"Belle?" I shout looking around.
A woman comes out from the employees only door. Her black hair that comes all the down to the smalls of her back, her simple greyish green eyes, and hazelnut colored skin. I soon come to realize that its Belle.
"Hey Belly Button!" I say.
"Sup Catalina Sauce" she says back.
I roll my eyes and walk towards the apron rack. I take my apron and put it on.
I look around, it seems as though we are ready to open.
"Carina are you ready!?" Belle yells across the cafe. I look at her and give a simple nod and a smirk. She flips the closing sign to open and clasps her hands together.
"We are officially open!" I say and start making coffee.
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Mr. White
RomanceCarina Valley Marshell, a 26 year old who is regular as an American cut cheese. Her mother and father died in a tragic incident. Her and her brother were the only ones to get out safely. Yet, crudeness struck again and Andrew (her twin brother) died...
