KFC
“Hi, welcome to KFC. What can I get for you today?” the almost sickeningly cheerful voice chirped through the beat up speakerbox, the menu lights flickering in the darkness. Glancing at the young girl in the front seat, the man ordered a chicken strips plate, then looking back at the girl, expecting some response from her until he realized she wasn't going to say anything, and quickly added an extra side of mashed potatoes. With a long sigh, the girl shrugged and continued looking out the window, her face completely expressionless and eyes set on a dented penny that sat on the curb of the drive through.
Inserting a CD into her walkman, she put on the earphones, trying to block out all the obnoxious noise of the large city. The buses, the cars, the sirens, everything. It was all too loud, even louder than the music her mum had a tendency to blast and sing along with. Her father cast a worried look at the girl, opening his mouth, about to mention that there was a marching band parading down the street next down, but decided against it and just drove up to the drive in window, collected his food, paid the over cheerful cashier, and gave the potatoes to the girl, who just stared down at her walkman, not even glancing at the food.
Rolling down the window, the girl let the night air play with her multicoloured hair as they drove away from the fast food restaurant, and pushed down the earphones, still playing the almost overly romantic Sinatra song.
“Hey dad? Would you mind rolling up your window? The noise is absolutely dreadful and it's killing my ears.” she said quietly and pulled the earphones back onto her ears. She leaned her head against the back of the chair, closing her eyes, letting the sweet music flow over her. Hearing the sound of a brass trumpet, she opened her eyes abruptly, sitting up. Marching down the street, like little ants covered in tomato red cloth with white plumes, the band was gathering quite a crowd, filled with