Rather half hearted, Liz flung open the doors to the Supernatural Academy and trudged inside lugging her bag and the crushing weight of remorse bearing down on her physical and mental well-being. She paid not a single mind to any of the students surrounding her, grimacing inside at their jovial chattering and fanciful laughter. Ugh....why were they all so fucking chipper? She sighed taking another drag of her smoke, noticing on the far end of the corner that one chick, the shape shifting girl who always turned into a cat....one of Liz's favorite animals..., talking away with some really tall guy who, in Liz's honest opinion, looked like he crawled out of a grave. He even reeked of graveyard rot, a pungent and stomach churning odor that was only masked slightly by the scent of Liz's menthol cigarette. Breathing out more smoke, Liz nonchalantly snuffed out her cig on the tile floor and made her way past the two. They were all so damn happy. Why couldn't she be like that?

She pushed her way through the throngs of giggling bastards, carelessly knocking a few down in her haste to escape the maelstrom of good feelings, feelings Liz considered she never deserved to have, and also to escape the main lobby. Her boots clacked down the hallway as her pace quickened, just to get away from all of them....all those people she would rather not associate with. Just to occupy her mind, she kept reading off the room numbers inside, [i]302.....303.....304....[/i] Till finally, [i]305......[/i] Sanctuary at last. Liz couldn't throw herself into the room fast enough, slamming the door behind her with an echo that ricocheted off the cold stone walls of the empty classroom. Room 305, the music room, it was a bit larger compared to the other classrooms, with a chalkboard that stretched wall to wall and a big open space in the middle where sat chairs arranged in a large circle. On the far side of the room, next to the intricately and beautifully carved stained glass window that lit the room in so many bright and mysterious colors stood a polished grand piano. For once, a small...rather wry smile inched its way across Liz's lips as her bag slipped from her shoulder and fell to the floor with a soft thud. She positioned herself behind the elegant instrument, stretching her rather slender arms and her dainty fingers towards the ivory keys. First, she sounded a few notes, looking for the right few to conduct the melody that resonated within her head before finally her fingers went to work translating that particular melody out into the open air. Gracefully her fingers danced about the keys, each note that played culminating with the others until Liz's masterpiece was constructed arpeggio by arpeggio. The melody.....it was more of a requiem, dark, haunting, melancholic, but absolutely beautiful and such a sweet, sweet sound that echoed through Liz's ears as she resumed playing, but as she did so....she could feel her eyes growing hot and her vision becoming blurred.... This very melody she played.....it was.....her mother's favorite.... "Mom......" She whispered amidst the notes, before giving a final decrescendo and finishing her requiem with a faint, fading low note.....