-Susan-
Susan sat at her desk, staring at the wall.
It had been ten minutes since the school day ended, but Susan sat, staring, no, scowling, at the wall. The day had been an average one. The rat hadn't visited for weeks. She had, after long, complex and uncomfortable thought, realised the horrible truth.
She didn't even want to be normal.
She'd known for quite some time that she could never be normal. Having viewed humanity from the sidelines means you can never play the game the same way. But the firm belief that she still wanted to be normal was the thing that kept her as close to normal as is possible for Death's grand-daughter. And now, with this realisation…
It had happened during playtime, earlier that day. Music With Rocks In was back. This time, of course, the instruments were just instruments, and the musicians were mostly just bored youngsters. Apparently, a troop of wizard students had started a 'band' called Stibbon's Band. The older wizards disapproved, of course, but the band had proved quite popular, and lots of others had started playing together.
Jason had come into school with a 'guitar'. It was far too large for him. He had played it for the class- inexpertly- but Susan had listened, and couldn't help liking what she heard.
She had been filled with a sudden longing to play the instrument, to explore every possibility its strings and simple shape could have. Later on she was still thinking about it, and what she really wanted, she decided, was to be a Musician With Rocks In.
Tomorrow was Saturday, thought Susan. She stood up, and left the classroom at a run.