Her car sputtered, a pout on Estherias pink lips. She glanced around, yet her neighbors avoided her gaze. She cursed under her breath, looking back down at her car. She gave it a few frustrated kicks, and let out a relieved sigh when the engine finally began to run.
"Fuck, can't help a girl out, can they..?" She mumbled, chewing her bottom lip, frustrated with her neighbor's avoidance of her gaze. She was a bit of a problematic woman, sure, especially in the sparkly neighborhood she lived in where bluntness was practically considered insulting someone's entire bloodline. Which was her greatest mistake, when she bluntly said some woman's veneers looked like she had press-on nails on her teeth on her second day of moving in after enduring the woman's passive-aggressive and demeaning attitude; word spread fast, and everyone demonized Estheria as this aggressive, rude, and body shaming girl who hated her fellow women.
That woman she had 'insulted' was practically a queen in the neighborhood,"queen of bitchiness", with her vintage house turned 'modern' and her whole attitude where she put down women wearing tons of makeup despite wearing a full face every day - but she was a 'clean' and 'natural-looking' woman - if you ignore the cosmetic surgeries she had. Her name was Braylee, but Estheria would call her Bray-dog whenever she saw her around just to piss her off.
But it wasn't like Estheria was unkind, she would be way more extroverted if someone just gave her a chance to blabber off to them. Instead, she opted to stay inside and lounge on her couch to watch endless trashy YouTube videos about a random person being awful to make herself feel better about her own trashy life.
She opened her car door and sat down in the driver's seat. She fumbled around with the radio; the aux cord was all broken from her positioning the flimsy cord at certain angles, permanently paralyzing it in one still position.
Of course, this frustrated her. So she did what any reasonable person would do: She tried to tear the cord apart with her bare hands, but, she wasn't strong enough to actually do any damage, so she ended up butchering the cord with some scissors and grinding the chopped-up pieces into the pavement. She was very short-tempered when it came to things not working right.
The radio roared alive, playing some staticky version of some country song- the words were practically intelligible, she might as well have been listening to some garbled alien transmission. She groaned loudly, palming her face. "God- why does radio even exist..? Stupid fucking car doesn't even have Bluetooth- " She cut herself off with a loud sigh, just trash-talking the inanimate car under her breath as she drove. "It's- fuck, Estheria, it's whatever...Background noise is background noise...all the other channels are just gonna be the same overplayed shit, much rather would suffer through this static torn song and imagine original lyrics than hear some song I've heard ten times over..."
Her phone buzzed a few times, and she passed a few glances at it before turning it onto Do Not Disturb, adjusting her position in her seat and chewing her lip, turning her full focus onto the road. She had booked a trip to a few places around the country; she had read from a self-help book that traveling can often clear one's mind and bring a new perspective on the world, and "kumbayah bullshit like that", as she put it.
She began chewing on her thumbnail, sighing as she reached a stop sign. She checked her phone and turned it off of Do Not Disturb, her stomach twisting as she saw the notification. "Estheria- quit being a bitch, just answer, that's your-"
Someone honked loudly behind her, knocking her out of her monologue. She looked back, rolling down her window and flipping off the person behind her as she tossed her phone into the passenger seat, narrowing her eyes and pressing down on the gas, speeding out of her suburb.
She buried down her thoughts, focusing on the barely telligible country music instead. "Won't you co e b ck-ack-ack, f rg -ive, l-laugh, r th r then regret,"