<strong>Yamalla Pia Constantine<br/>At home in Parvarti Hills, 15 Imperial Street and on the road again.<br/>Heading out</strong><br/><br/>Yam sighed a little, well, a huge party did sound interesting to watch at least? Plus it was out of the house which her mom was constantly yelling at her about. Which was nice.<br/><br/>So she set about putting on something that wasn't round the house clothes. Nice matching purple underwear, just in case, dark red skinny jeans, the ones with the lycra built in, big heavy boots and a black t-shirt that read, 'Teenage Mutant Disinterested Hominid' Put a thin leather jacket on over that, threw a few things including her phone in her bag and headed out to Penelope.<br/><br/>The car was a classic Mini Cooper. A real Mini, not one of those BMW knock offs. It was nicely maintained a deep red with a racing stripe of chequerboard around the side and back and was somewhat of a cherished possession. Hence her having named it. She took good care of the little car and a no small amount of pride in it. Yam climbed aboard and sorted out some music for herself before setting out. It would take her twenty minutes or so to reach the pier and find a space to park on a good day. It remained to be seen if today was good day or not.