Ali dropped Amara off at the Institute about half an hour later, they had stopped for shakes at Dairy Queen. The minute she walked into the house, Amara knew she was in trouble. She had finally missed her first training session.
"Nice going, 'Mara" Bobby yelled down the stairs as some of the other students asked where she had been.
"Out," was all Amara gave them in the form of an answer. She didn't see why she should have to tell them anything, and for the moment she wanted to keep the knowledge of Ali's existence to herself. After a lecture about skipping training and how she was now on probation, which she planned to disobey to go to Ali's concert, Amara finally flopped down on her bed and looked around the room. Something was different. Tabitha still wasn't home, which was slightly normal for the insane girl, but Amara could tell that something had changed, maybe it was just her, but for once she had no interest in going through Tabby's stuff looking for some microscopic sign that the other girl liked her. Pulling out her diary, each of the students at the institute had one, she started to write about her day, causing the memories of seeing Tabitha and Pietro talking to fill her mind. "Who needs them?" she asked herself as she pulled the ticked from her pocket and smiled. She couldn't wait to see Ali again, even though she honestly had no clue when they'd meet up, she had a feeling she'd see her new friend before the concert on Friday.