Neela headed home, 'twas a plain day mostly, nothing to do but walk around and stare and little children do this and that at the park. She walked home and went in, locking the door tightly before dropping her bag on her couch, heading to her bed room. She flopped on her bed after changing to a black tank-top and blue shorts and grabbed her black and turquoise guitar, tuning it to perfection, and grabbing a guitar pic she played over the strings, ringing different beats as she played the song Little House.
"I love this place
But it's haunted without you
My tired heart
Is beating so slow
Our hearts sing less than
We wanted, we wanted
Our hearts sing 'cause
We do not know, we do not know"
She wished to go on, but her cell rung loudly on her nightstand. Rolling her eyed, she set the guitar down and reached out for the cell phone, not knowing whose number it belonged to, she answered anyway. "Hello?" She asked, hoping it was someone familiar.
