Katelyn Scott

Kate was not a girl you expected to see living on her own. She looked as if she had hopped out of a fairy tale and fell into a Goodwill store. Her jeans had probably been black at some point, though faded grey and a little too loose to be the skinny jeans she had thought she was buying. Her forest green hoodie advertised, in faded and cracked letters, "Creek View High School," but Katelyn had no idea where that school was, if it was even a real school. "Well, I wanted to live off campus...?" The girl muttered, grabbing a box of items out of the back of her beat-up VW Bug, which was second hand from her older brother and still smelled like old gym shoes and molding homework. Lying on top of the box was a violin case containing-- well, who would have guessed?-- a violin! It was one of Kate's prized possessions, and she loved to play. She had also, at one point, played guitar, but her skills were rusty and she had pawned hers off to help pay for her apartment. Carefully shifting the box to one arm, Kate pulled out the keys to room 2B, and instantly heard a powerful guitar riff coming from one of her neighbors' apartments.