Unpacked and snuggly put away Quistis smiled happily at her messy cabinet. Messy that's how she wanted things; the question was whether or not she could handle it. She wanted to change, not be that girl everyone at garden knew. Neat and perfect, constantly watched to make sure she never made a mistake. It was excusable for anyone else but not the great lady Quistis Trepe, no mistakes, no weakness.
Even with a wandering mind and a crazed idea jumbling through her mind Quistis seed instincts told her the sound of a car door slamming had just echoed through her driveway. The feminine squeak of pain hit her ears and Quistis flinched .Who was torturing that animal and why were they doing it on her property??
The screen door smacked the door frame announcing her presence. The shiny and yellow car sparkled amongst her stone driveway. What kind of idiot would drive a sports car in this part of the country she wondered to herself. Beware Quistis you know the answer to that question, a moron.
Before further inspection another annoying squeak attacked Quistis's ears. Oh damn shoot that thing. Down further the drive she could make out a jumbled shadow. It took about two seconds for her to realize what that blasted jumbled thing.
Now if you ask any Garden student what the scariest thing they have ever seen was, they would not answer a monster, battle and gore. No the answer would be quick and simple, Commander Leonhart.
His leather shined and his necklace hit the light just right. The belonged on a movie screen somewhere telling Scarlet he didn't give a damn, fighting to the mission impossible movie. Instead he was here, walking down Quistis Trepes driveway dragging her ex husband by his hair.