She unlocked the door and stepped in her house. The wooden floors made her voice echo as she called out “Hello?”

But nobody was home except her. She smiled and whispered “Yes.”

She loved being home alone. It was freedom she rarely got.

She popped a Stevie Nicks album in the CD player in the kitchen. She turned it up all the way, something she rarely got to do. She put it on Edge of Seventeen.

She had never really listened to the words before, and this time was no different. She just liked the mysterious voice of Stevie, and the song itself.

She made