Ally's P O V
"Ally, what instruments do you play..?" Cashel started, attempting to start a conversation.
"A few," She muttered, avoiding the topic.
"Well, we know you play guitar, but do you play anything else?" Kate asked.
"Fine," she muttered quietly, "I play flute, violin, and guitar. But I write piano music too."
"Holy sh*t, really?!" Cashel smiled, "Why aren't you in a band?"
"I dunno.." She shrugged as her phone began to ring.
"One sec," She answered it and stepped away from the table.
"Hello?--" she was cut off.
Not a word was spoken by her after that.
Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and she dropped the phone.
She flung her backpack off and sprinted out of the cafeteria.
"Ally?!" Cashel leapt up, shedding her backpack and everything else weighing her down.
They all tried to follow after her but she was almost too fast. She took a turn and they lost sight of her, until they saw the smoke filling the sky.
They raced towards it until ultimately arriving and finding Ally clutching a broken picture frame on the curb outside of the burning house.
"A-Ally..?"
