id (Part 1)

Alesha scratched the back of her head as she squinted up at the house. “So... it's cheap, I guess...”

“Yes! It's almost a steal!” The estate agent laughed.

“Haha...” Alesha was growing understandably weary, “But these 'incidents' that occurred here... something about wizards and giant elephants?”

“Oh goodness,” the agent put a hand on the young girl's shoulder. “They're nothing, just a little coincidence — two psychotic people living in one house at separate times!”

“So this house isn't haunted then?”

“Look at it!” The chubby woman pointed at the small house she so desperately wanted to sell, “Can you honestly say this quaint home in the middle of the city looks like it could possibly be haunted?”

Alesha put her head in her hands, having been emancipated at such an age she wasn't all too keen to look around, especially as most houses would cost a hell of a lot more.
“Okay!” She raised her arms carelessly. “I'll take it! Why not? Anywhere that's away from my past is fine by me!”

The round estate agent grinned, she was sure to get a raise for selling this dodgy settlement.

Alesha sighed as she threw herself down on the floor of her new lounge. “Right, five rooms, no wizards, no elephants, no.... nothing.” She looked over at the fully unfurnished area. No wonder she got it so cheap...

“No wine either,” she mumbled to herself. “How can someone sit solemnly in the corner of an empty room without a glass of red?”
She was too young to drink, old enough to do and experience pretty much whatever else though, it seemed.

She somehow managed to suck upon a small carton of apple juice for the next few hours though. Eventually it became a six pack, and with discarded little boxes surrounding her she reminisced,
“I once got knocked out after drinking some apple juice...” She spoke to no-one in particular, “I was really quite happy in that comatosed world I was sent to. But....” She continued fiddling with a straw, “Like a terrible ending to a story, it was only just a dream.” She looked up at her singular light-bulb as it flickered or perhaps danced. “You know what, I'm gonna go out! People go out, right? I'm a person!”

“Where to, missy?”

Alesha swayed back and forth, “A club, or something? I dunno, you know, yeah....”

The taxi driver leaned back over his seat, “A little too young to be drunk ain't you?”

“Pffft! Just too much apple juice...”

“Ha, sure!” He began driving regardless, “And a little too young to be hitting the club scene too, am I right?”

“Pffft!” she repeated. “This whole age thing really pisses me off!”

“Well that's no way for a young lady to talk!”

“Oh come off it, it's how I express myself you.... you cock sucker! You know what, pull over, I see a petrol station, I'm gonna get some banana juice, they make banana juice right?”

“I... I ...don't they think they d-”

Alesha interrupted him with a gasp and rolled over in to the passenger seat, “Then we could invent it! Split it 50:50, you and me!”

“Yeah I'm taking you home...”

“Oh spoil sport! Fine... I'm Coming Home in a taxi, there's something in that right?”

The driver rolled his eyes at the girl's antics as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

“I'm not drunk you know.” A few minutes had passed and she seemed to have calmed down a little, “Apple juice just really makes me go.... crazy! Did I tell you about the time I bought an apple juice and got taken to this seriously cool comatised world in my mind?”

“No, no you didn't.”

“Well, I wrote about it, I write stuff you know. Here, have my card... Okay, I don't have a business card … I should get one! Don't worry though I'll leave room on it for our banana juice thingy!.”

“Listen, I-”

“Promise me you'll keep a pin in it!”

“Fine!” The driver shrugged, your parents are probably gonna be mad when I take you home, aren't they?”

“Oh, no, I'm emancipated! I live on my own, in a house with no furniture, well actually I'm getting a fridge delivered on Monday, it was either that or a bed but... you know, I can sleep on top of a fridge right?”

“Why are you emancipated?”

“Oh my god!” Alesha tossed her arms around in anger, “You are so fucking chatty!”

“Fine! Let's just both be quiet then, shall we?” The driver breathed a sigh of relief, this had to be the longest journey he had ever conducted.

“Thanks for the ride! Hey, maybe tomorrow you can take me to the hospital? They do the best pudding there!”

Alesha waved goodbye as the kind driver put a blanet over her on the floor of her lounge and closed the door behind him.

“Oh my god!” She looked in the mirror at her worn out reflection, “What happened last night?”

“Seems you really painted the town red!”

“Haha yeah I-” Alesha froze. “... Who is that?”

References:
'Because I Got High'
'Coming Home'
'Haunt These Halls'
'In the Air'
'La La Land'
'Nil - Nil'
'There Was A Wizard In My Room'