It was a pleasant looking blond girl...Tiffany couldn't remember her name. But clearly she knew who Tiffany was.
"That isn't your guitar," she said. "But...where did you learn to pay like that? You're pretty good."
"I...used to play when I was upset," she said. "Sorry..."
"Are you all right, Tiffany?" the stranger asked.
Tiffany looked at her. This girl knew her name, and she'd never bothered to remember hers. And she seemed to care whether she was all right. Not like her supposed best friend, Sarah. "Who are you?"
The girl looked at her. "Jennifer Taylor...you know...I'm in the band, and the drama club...I have a twin sister...Taylor Twins...."
"Yeah, right," she said. "I'm sorry...I guess..."
"You never noticed me before," Jennifer said. "But...are you all right?"
"Honestly, I don't know," Tiffany said. She put down the guitar. "I think maybe...I should call my mom."
