Sarah made her way into her own personal room. She sat on her bed and stared at the ground in front of her. She didn't know why she felt like this. She didn't understand it. Was it a sense of jealousy? Was she jealous of Sia? No, that couldn't be it. There was nothing to be jealous of. Sia was a monster, someone who tried to kill them.
Then why? Was it anger or hate? It may have been one of those or possibly both. She didn't like Sia. It wasn't a stretch to say she hated her either. Sia tried to kill them. If that wasn't all, she still tried to seduce Tyrone. There had to be some reason for this since she wasn't doing that with the other guys, or at least that she knew of.
