((I'm just replying to what you post))<br/>She kept ignorng you. Not to be rude but because her music was up so load. Her cloths were hung.  The only sound in the room was her music. She had death metal on. The day was only half way through. And there was nothin to do. Her phone started to ring. She took her phone out, texting fast. Then closing it. Putting it back. Giving you a quick look. Then she closed her eyes slowly.<br/>The text she got was from her father. Just to make sure she was doing okay. She didn't want to hear anything from him. She was more relaxed listening to her music. She took one bud out. "you got a cigarette I can have." she asked. At the moment smoking was sometime to pass the time. Music was one thing but smoking and music. Sure.