(Note: This is personal to me, but I never do well with 'real' people. Will contribute to the other branch, but wanted to try an alternate option for Zoe.)
Meanwhile Zoe had just walked into the house. As usual, she didn't want to speak to anyone. She stomped up the stairs, making a general racket, then locked herself in her room, turning on her stereo and blasting out some loud music. That was a sign to her family that she wanted to be left alone.
She paused when suddenly the music switched to classical music. "What the hell?"
