<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>Cynthia took the hand with a smile, shaking politely.  It was only when she was asked about the events leading to bringing her here that she stiffened up, more out of embarrassment than anything else.<br/><br/>"Well, here's my version of events," she explained slowly.  "People kept wanting me to go to this party, so I agreed to go once.  I would see if I liked it or not, you know?"  Her body posture was quickly stiffening in dislike, the events of the evening coming back to her as a number of things that she didn't like.  Her demeanor was quickly changing from warm and outgoing to somewhat shy and afraid.<br/><br/>"When I got there, I had to put my keys in a shoebox with everyone else's.  Some people were drinking, and even my friends wouldn't vouch for me that I wouldn't be having any alcohol.  The music was all that loud, screaming and rap stuff, so I tried dancing a little bit but wasn't having any fun."  Her hands moved to her lap, gently kneading one against the other and reliving the uncomfortable conversation.  "They insisted that I have just one drink, so I agreed on a Dr. Pepper.  I didn't want any caffeine because I didn't want to be up all night, you know?"<br/><br/>Cynthia obviously wasn't a confrontational girl.  It said a lot about her so-called friends to put her through all this.  "After I drank it, I started feeling a little dizzy.  I figured it was the air or something, a lot of people were smoking and all, so I grabbed my keys and went for my car.  I figured that when I was driving for a while, it'd clear my head, especially if I left the window down.  So I thought they were my keys.  When I hit the auto-unlock on the door, the lights that flashed were a green car like mine, and in the dark, I thought it was mine, you know?  I wasn't trying to steal a car, I'd just grabbed the wrong keys and I wasn't feeling very well so I didn't notice."<br/><br/>She paused in her telling for a few moments, trying to see how far she could recall.  "The next thing I really remember, there's this guy who's pulling me out of the car and he's grabbing onto me and scaring me.  I didn't know what was going on, I was still groggy from the accident."  She trembled ever so gently.  "I screamed and he wouldn't let go, and I ended up scratching him really bad.  I didn't know that he was one of the paramedics who came out after I crashed the car.  I just..."  She shook her head.  "I know how it all sounds..."<br/><br/>A long, slow sigh escaped her.  "When I got a lawyer for all the charges against me, he insisted that I should just plead insanity.  I'd end up here for a week or so, and people could talk to me and see that I'm not really crazy."  She'd been starting to have a few doubts about that last part.  The more she ran the story through her head, the more ludicrous it all sounded.  More and more she'd started to worry that maybe there really was something wrong with her.