Name: Sherie Ambrose.<br/>Time: Friday, 425PM.<br/>Location: Main House.<br/>Target: Justin, Open.<br/><br/>Sherie stretched deep to her right, feeling the tension pull out of her leg.  She loved that feeling, the feeling that everything was physically getting back to normal.  She hated sitting in the class chairs all day, and took every opportunity to stand up and keep the blood flowing.  She couldn't stretch though, not like this big open spot in her bedroom let her, anyway.  She switched to the left leg, lowering her body slowly until her forehead was resting on her knee.  Then she stretched to the middle, lying flat on her stomach and chest, her arms out in front, and her legs spread almost to a full split.  She slowly counted down from ten.<br/><br/>“Six...five...four...”<br/><br/>“THUD”.<br/><br/>“Fuckin' asshole,” she screamed, pulling herself up onto her hands and knees, then to her feet.  She walked over.  “Turn it down,” she heard him yell as she threw the window open.<br/><br/>“Hey, dumb-ass!  You scared the hell out of me!  It's not funny you...you...<i>miscreant</i>!”  She would have called him a motherfucker if she thought it'd be an insult.  She wasn't mad.  It was actually kind of funny.  “And just for that, I'm not turning my music down, either!”  She started to walk away from the window, but turned back around.  “I'm not closing my window!  It'll be even louder now,” she screamed, leaning on the window sill, watching him.