Tracy heard the sound of music coming from her floor and then went up to find that the whole floor and especially her room was a mess. Her guitar lay there in the corner with beer spilled all over it the sight of that made her eyes watered. Drunken teenagers swarmed the room like bees. She looked questioningly at Amanda. Listening to her made her seethe with rage, her cheeks turning red. How could she be so stupid...they had just used her..!!<br/>She brushed past Amanda in rage, almost pushing her in to the door and went straight to the music system and unplugged it.<br/><strong>"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM...NOW..!!..." </strong>Tracy yelled at the top of her voice, she was in rage.<br/>They just stood there looking at her. "<strong>DIDN'T YOU HEARD...GET THE FUCK OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT....GET THE FUCK OUT OR I WILL CALL THE DEAN HERE..." </strong>she screamed again, her nostrils flaring. Picking up one of the speakers, she smashed it on the floor.<br/>"ok..ok..cool..we are going.." said a guy and they all began to walk out of the room murmuring among themselves. When they all left, Tracy closed the door, the room was a mess. She looked at Amanda and then turned her eyes away.<br/>Tracy didn't say a word to Amanda, getting a mop from the bathroom she began to clean the floor while picking up the empty beer bottles, all by herself. It would at least take her a couple of hours to clean all this mess up. She looked at her guitar, the wires were ruined for good and the wood would just swell out now because of all the moisture it has absorbed. It had taken her six months of working as a part time waitress to save money for that guitar. She shook her head lightly, and just went back to cleaning the floor.<br/>