It was Sarah McMillan, the bitchy cheerleader from school. She hated Sarah and Sarah hated her. So what the hell was she doing in her house? If this was her house. It was, wasn't it?
"Whoa, Athena," Sarah said. "Did you have a bad night's sleep or something?"
"Huh?" Part of her knew that Sarah shouldn't have been there. But another part knew that it was totally normal, that she shouldn't be surprised.
"You seem really jittery," Sarah said.
"I'm just a little ... tired," Athena said.
Sarah shrugged, then continued down the hall and around the corner. Athena slowly followed her, wondering where she was going.
