Music filled the room as Anna lay flat on her bed.
She was still in the same outfit she had worn earlier. Ever since she came home from Brett Prestman's party, she had thrown herself on her bed and had yet to move.
"I like you. I like you, Anna," Kristofer Almodiel's voice echoed through her head.
Grabbing the nearest pillow beside her, Anna placed it over her head, concealing her face and muffling her voice as she screamed.
Fuming, she got up from the bed. She started pacing inside her room.
"How dare he!" she bellowed. "How dare he!" she repeated as a realization hit her. It appeared that Kristofer Almodiel had intended to get her fazed, and he must be laughing at her now, knowing his plan had succeeded.
"How dare you!" Anna screamed yet again as she threw herself back on the bed. Her white ceiling seemed to be teasing her vision.
