A Sunday Night

There are people engaging in conversations all around on every floor. It is fifteen till nine. The temperature is cool and everyone out seems to be enjoying it. As I sit outside my room on the third floor, two girls to my right are carrying on with a conversation. They are wearing dark colors of clothing and no shoes. Both girls have brown hair, but one has shorter hair than the other. They laugh and smile as they talk.

The girl with the shorter hair pulls a phone from her pocket and begins to play music. She plays an old rock song. It is the type of song you would hear on an old rocky movie. They sing along to the song with much enthusiasm, not caring how loud they are, or who hears them. They carry on with bits of their conversation as they sing. The next song to play is a Bob Marley song. They sing along to this one as well. The song after that sounds like a Christian song. I take it that these girls are Christian. They seem to like different types of genres of music, and they are probably very outgoing judging by the lack of embarrassment they had from singing out loud.

Straight across from me two rooms to the right a guy leans against the rail talking on the phone. He wears short socks, basketball shorts, a hat, and a red t-shirt. He has the door to his room open, walking in and out as he speaks to the phone. I can pick up on a couple of words he is saying. I hear him use the phrase “pretty good” and the word “yeah” at least eight times. He gives out a date and ends the conversation with “thank you, I love you too, bye.” Assuming by the lack of interest in the conversation, and the shortness of it, as most teenagers are now a days with their parents, he must have been talking to one of his parents over his day and how he’s been doing.

To my right something catches my attention. The short haired girl’s phone lands on a slow, sad song by Passenger, Let Her Go, and the other girl complains out loud and says, “no sad songs please!!” The short haired girl then apologizes, and changes the song to something more lively. Based off this comment made by the other girl, she must either be going through some type of heartbreak or she is just feeling down.

After a few more minutes the two girls get up and head down the stairs.

On the second floor a guy sagging his skinny jeans is in a fight with the vending machine. He is wearing a blue beany, a blue long sleeve shirt, and some vans. He is probably a skater. He is banging on the vending machine and attempting to shake it. He bangs on the machine a couple more times and swears at it. Skater boy finally gives up on the fight and storms off into his room. The vending machine must have taken his money.

Skater boy lost his money, and the fight.