Piper finished up her broadcast as DJ Pip while the sound of â€œHighway To Hellâ€ by ACDC blasted in her ears. Her replacement for the 10am show came two hours earlier than expected and gave her nothing but crap the entire time she was on the air, giving her listeners an interesting show. Her black wavy hair getting in her face every now and then as she crouched to grab her faded black ripped messenger bag. It was hers and there was no doubt that it was hers, with pins of various shapes and sizes on it from different places she had been. Her mother had given it to her and when she had died it was all she really had left of her mothers.<br/><br/>It was almost 10am and she wanted to get out of there before her replacement, DJ Tanner could give her anymore trouble. AS she left she could hear him introduce himself and setting himself up for the one hour show. A smile touched her pale features when the feel of the morning breeze lightly nipped at her skin. She didnâ€™t have a car but she didnâ€™t mind, it was a big enough city to get to where she needed to go but yet a small enough city to get around easily.<br/><br/>Her black leggings tried to hold onto her knee high wide flowy, black, white and red plaid skirt. On top she wore a plain black tank with a long silver key necklace. The favorite part she licked about her outfit was her shoes. As much of a, wear it from thrift stores kind of girl she was, what she liked to have was Converse shoes. This time she wore a red pair that matched her outfit well. When she walked down the street she took out her phone, turned it on and checked for messages.<br/><br/>No Messages, the screen read in big bold white letters. Rolling her eyes she flipped her phone shut, adjusted her messenger back and quickened her pace as fast as she could to her apartment. It loomed in front of her, big, old, and drafty. It wasnâ€™t something she wanted to live in but it was alright for her needs. At least it was. After she got the call from her friend Lucy she has been in a good mood.<br/><br/>The houseâ€™s image danced around in her head while she opened the door to her one bedroom home. It was cluttered but not messy. It was one of the thing that she grew up believing, keep it clean but comfortable. Luggage bags were piled in a corner waiting for the time when she would need it while boxes laid strewn across the room full of different knick knacks that she had packed the night before.  â€œMight as well get started.â€ She said to herself, putting her bag and shoes by the door.<br/><br/>Cleaning and packing took almost the entire day because she got a few calls from friends and some neighbors stopped by to ask if she needed help. The help would have been welcome if she had more to pack but she had a few things but not enough to warrant help from others. Finishing up with the last box she whipped some sweat off of her brown and smiled in satisfaction. â€œNow I have to call a cab.â€ She searched through a box and picked up the phone book, flipped through it, took her cell phone out, and dialed it.<br/><br/>It rang for a while and when it picked up she gave the cab company the address and waited for the call. It took around 15 minutes and once she had everything she needed she told the driver to go. For a moment she thought about what would happen to her stuff that she left there, then she remembered the packing truck and her nerves calmed. They would be bringing the stuff around later today.<br/><br/>Once the house was in view she whistled in awe of the size of it.  The cab driver helped her take her stuff into the house, she paid him and looked around to see if Lucy was around. â€œLucy you here?â€ She called as she searched the house.