C20 Is this true?

**Third person**

Amelia trudged up the creaky stairs of her townhouse, her eyes fixed on the worn carpet.

She hated this place, hated the noise, and hated the neighbors. Especially the ones blasting music at 10 p.m. and even early this morning.

She reached the top floor and slammed the door to her apartment, trying to drown out the thumping bass. But it only seemed to get louder.

"Ugh