Tsunami
"Elijana Rose Mackenzi! Where on Earth do you think you are going at this time of night? Its 8pm on a Tuesday." Exclaimed my lovely mother Rosita. She was what I would consider to be a control freak, she had a profound obsession with ensuring no fun approached any of her offspring. Anything that didn't contribute to securing me a 'bright future' was a waste of time in her eyes. This meant any parties? Fuck no. Any relationships? Double fuck no. And when me and my dad secretly went to a concert together? Well, he lived on the sofa for 3 months after. "Mum, chill out, I'm staying at Lucy's house cause she lives two minutes from the train station and I've got that trial shift in Denny tomorrow remember?" I hoped to any possible gods that my mum believed this, I mean I wasn't necessarily lying, I was staying at Lucys and I did have a trial shift tomorrow in Denny. But I was making a detour first. You see, I have an ardent love for music and...