April sighed in frustration, setting her violin back down in it’s case. She sat for several seconds, letting the lack of fulfillment wash over her as she gazed out the window, the night having set in just a few minutes ago. With a glance at the clock, she realized that her parents had already left for their dinner party. Alone...Again. That’s all she ever was, alone. Ever since she was old enough to stay home, her parents were off at some meeting or dinner or another, letting her join them occasionaly and now, April realized, it was beginning to take it’s toll. She couldn’t help but feel slight resentment towards them. She knew they cared but...Sometimes it wasn’t enough. And as soon as spring rolled around, she’d be leaving for college, majoring in God-know’s-what. Then she wouldn’t have to feel as if all she ever was to them was a hassle. But she still yearned for the insatiable affection they rarely showed, the love that she knew they had but didn’t reveal. She stood up off her bed and walked down to the kitchen. Tacked to the refrigerator door, a note with her mother’s perfect scrawl informed her with about the contents of the night’s dinner. April sighed again, this time impatient as she opened the door of the refrigerator and pulled out the gladwear container holding the porkchops. Opening it with a frown of distaste, she took out the amount her mother expected her to eat and threw it at the very bottom of the trash can before replacing it and pulling out her plain salad. She grabbed a fork and sauntered into the living room, glancing at the caller id. Nick Carter? He was back already? She contemplated calling him but gave into the familiarity of the TV and it’s sitcoms...
