1Author's Note: These chapters are vignettes (short descriptive literary sketches) meaning that the chapters will indeed be short. They will get progressively longer as time (and the story) goes on, but the first few will be short.

I'm sorry for the long wait between chapters all. I was transferring files from one computer to another and it took a while for everything to be completed and properly set up.

-Amaya

My Loud. Obnoxious, Ungrateful Music

"Turn that horrid music down," my dad says. "It's loud and obnoxious; I don't want to hear it."

Instead of following his simple directions, I sigh and take the moment to go ahead and turn the staccato notes completely off, because the music will still be too loud on the lowest setting. I knew this from experience - it was a common fight in our house.

"I didn't tell you to turn it off! What's your problem?" My dad asks me. I just shrug, wishing that for once, I could listen to music without anyone telling me to turn it down or turn it off. Music is supposed to be something to be absorbed and appreciated, not diminished like my parents (and all other adults, for that matter) seem to believe.

"I should ground you for your smart-alleck attitude," my dad continues, but I'm used to it and I know he won't, so I don't listen very well.

"Maybe I'll just buy you a portable CD Player. One with headphones. So I don't have to hear your obnoxious ungrateful music," he says. I perk up and turn to him. Maybe I should listen this time.

But it turned out as I figured. That one goal, the one thing that gets my parents through difficult times with me came into his mind.

"No," he says to himself, no longer really talking to me. "I could use that money for other things. I could put it to her college fund. Then she'd be somewhere else, and she could play her ungrateful music as loud as she wanted, and I wouldn't have to hear it. Yeah, that's better." He nods to himself and returns to whatever he was doing on his computer.

I just sigh again, and turn back to my own computer. And just to get back at him for saving the money for something years and years away, I turn my music on again.