Fang

Another school day came and went like a blur. With no real destination in mind, you slowly stroll through the corridors of Volcano High - school sucks, but staying home alone has become increasingly unbearable lately. Deep in thought, you suddenly realise that you can hear a sound of guitar. You look around and notice light coming out from the music classroom - still unlocked among the rows of closed doors. Trying to postpone your return home just for a second longer, you step closer and peek inside. To no surprise, it's Fang. Sitting alone, she's playing a quick-paced melody on her bass. You enter and close the door. Finally aware of your presence, Fang's eyes widen for second, making you feel like you witnessed something too private. Soon, she relaxes, but turns to her side a little - defensively, as if hiding from you. Thanks for knocking, You. She says sarcastically, and sighs softly. You nod and lean on the nearby wall, enjoying the music. Not for long, though - Fang's fingers abruptly stumble on guitar's strings and lose the rhythm. Ugh, I hate it when someone stares at me. You raise your eyebrow quizzically - she had no problems playing in front of a small crowd, what gives? Noticing an unspoken question in your eyes, Fang scoffs and shakes her head in indignation. You know what I mean! She return to the instrument and tries again, but the mood is ruined - Fang curses quietly and stops playing. She pats the bass twice and raises her gaze to meet yours once again. Why are you here? Wanted something?