Mary

17

The sun rose and everything fell. Alex stumbled out of her overpriced comforter from Municipal Attires and stared at herself in her mirror. From the mirror, she could see her massive collection of Johann Blue novels like "Searching for Anchorage" and "The Issue with the Sun".
Alex sighed and remembered her experimental rock band Nostalgia had practice today. She played her famous one string bass while her friend Rock utilized a singing technique Alex described as a "yodeling technique- but you're also drowning". They were really struggling to find gigs outside of sympathetic (and later regretful) family member's birthday parties.
Alex rummaged through her drawers of 90's clothing and settled on a vintage muumuu, three different denim jackets, cat socks, and flip flops. She looked insane, but it was for the sake of her look- insane cat lady goth.
As Alex left for band practice, she tripped over a typewriter she had bought from her local thrift store. She pondered whether getting lights installed in her room would help prevent the everyday occurrence of tripping over that typewriter. But alas, that would compromise Alex's strict aesthetic- one she could not completely define. Alex checked herself once more in her mirror to make sure she had no visible injuries when she realized something- she was an allegory for the modern grunge revival movement. She rolled her eyes and made her way towards the door of her bedroom which was covered in ironic George W Bush 2000 election posters- posters from the year she was born. Alex turned the door handle and slowly turned the knob.