Horror_Show
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2010
Madilyn was finishing dance recital and was wiping her face off with a towel and grabbing her belongings. Some of her fellow classmates were fooling around as others were leaving for tonight. She had taken ballet since she was a little girl and had evolved into taken other types of dance such as street dancing and hip hop. Music and dancing was her personal escape. A few of the other classmates had asked her if she wanted to go catch a drink but she declined, using homework as an excuse.
Leaving the studio, she was waving at the others as she walked toward the car garage. She lived alone in her fathers one-bedroom apartment. She had to fight for the apartment because of her mother. Her father had divorced her mother long ago, she almost felt like they were separated before she could even remember. Her father had lived on the other side of town, not in the best building. She had to fix it up as her father lived the minimum. She could remember walking into the apartment after his death.
His computer desk was cluttered and his computer screens active, clutter and trash was everywhere. He had electronics and wires everywhere. She had packed and stored so many hard drives, Cd’s and disc drives. She figured some of them were illegal programs her father had made. She knew her father despite being a programmer for his career did a lot of underground trading.
She unlocked her car and suddenly felt like she was being watched. She thought maybe it was some of her friends messing with her and was looking around the car garage. She saw black vehicles parked on the far side of the garage with tinted windows.
Leaving the studio, she was waving at the others as she walked toward the car garage. She lived alone in her fathers one-bedroom apartment. She had to fight for the apartment because of her mother. Her father had divorced her mother long ago, she almost felt like they were separated before she could even remember. Her father had lived on the other side of town, not in the best building. She had to fix it up as her father lived the minimum. She could remember walking into the apartment after his death.
His computer desk was cluttered and his computer screens active, clutter and trash was everywhere. He had electronics and wires everywhere. She had packed and stored so many hard drives, Cd’s and disc drives. She figured some of them were illegal programs her father had made. She knew her father despite being a programmer for his career did a lot of underground trading.
She unlocked her car and suddenly felt like she was being watched. She thought maybe it was some of her friends messing with her and was looking around the car garage. She saw black vehicles parked on the far side of the garage with tinted windows.