Silently both cleaned. Amanda didn't understand what she did wrong but she knew anger when she saw it. The guitar was ruined, perhaps what hope Amanda had of her friendship with her also. Bags of rubbish accumulated in near the door and soon Amanda found herself scrubbing something wrong out of the rug, without much success.<br/><br/><strong>"They said they were your friends and you would like it" </strong>Amanda was in tears and wiped some off her face.<br/><br/>This was meant to be something good, something she hoped would be a shared fond memory. Amanda looked again to the guitar. Someone had ruined the case also. Guitar cases are pretty tough but it seemed that someone had jumped on it intentionally. To think matters couldn't have got worse. The dean did indeed appear said nothing and left a note with them.<br/><br/>Opening it said<strong>"Appointment concerning decorum tomorrow at 8 am sharp"</strong><br/><br/>Amanda sighed and placed in on the shelf before taking turns to move the rubbish away to the larger bin downstairs<br/>