Aquala Moonlite
Aquala sat in the passenger's seat of her father's car in complete silence as he continued on about getting his errands done. Ever since the whole rape situation she never got along very well with her father, but in her opinion that didn't really matter anymore. In a year she'll be eighteen and will be able to move out and start her own life without having to worry about her father always trying to butt in and ruin her life. She slid her headphones into her ears and turned her ipod volume all the way up to block out any noise that came from the outside world.
Her father pulled into the parking lot of a small gas station and went inside to buy a couple drinks and a carton of cigarettes. Aquala never liked the fact that her father smoked, but if she spoke up about it they would break into an argument about it just like they did with everything else. Every time one of them tries to speak to the other it always ends in a fight. Eventually the two of them just gave up on communicating with each other and went to silent acknowledgements. All her life she wanted to get out and be free. The young blonde glanced out the window while she was waiting for her father to come back to the vehicle as she hummed to her music and tapped her fingers upon her legs to the beat.