The sound of the knock on the door startled Tiffany out of her deep sleep. She turned her head and adjusted her vision, blinking her sleepy eyes in response to Susan's worried voice.
"Tiffany, are you there? What happened? Why aren't you responding to me?"
Hearing Susan say something troubling, Tiffany scowled. Then, for some reason, it dawned on her, and she immediately began to glance down at the mess she had made the night before.
Gabriel's picture covered up most of her bed and even the floor beneath her leg. No one knew about her having Gabriel's picture hidden inside her closet, not even her mother, whom she secured inside the locker with the keys in her bag.
"I need to clean this mess before Mom takes the whole house on her head," Tiffany mumbled frantically, and she began to pick up the pictures, pushing them back into the closet and fastening the door.
