Zed strolled through the park, thinking of what to do next and bored out of her mind. She saw a pair of old ladies sitting on a bench chatting with each other. In the distance she could hear children giggling and playing. A small bird sang from the tree tops. Zed felt sick, she hated such a cheery place. Suddenly, to her right Zed heard a person singing. It was a sad little song which she had heard before but this voice was different then any she had heard before. It interested her. Zed slowly walked through the trees toward the voice. She saw some swings and two girls sitting and not talking to each other. One coughed and dropped her cigarette packs. Zed smirked and hid behind a tree waiting for someone to speak.