Tiffany watched as Sarah left. An odd feeling came over her. Sarah was such a bitch...She wasn't feeling well, and all Sarah could think about was herself.
This was not a thought Tiffany had before. But it was like she was seeing things so much more clearly.
She turned and headed down the hall, not sure where she was going. She found herself in one of the music rooms, not sure why she was there. No one was there this period.
She looked through the instruments left in cases there and found one in particular. A guitar. She sat down, and began to play it gently. She hadn't picked up or thought of it since before she moved to Lake Point, when her father got a job here. She used to play when things bothered her.
"What are you doing?" A voice said. She turned around...
