Tatiana sat in her room, the door opened as she sat on her bed writing music on paper in front of her, it was 2 years since she found out she was adopted taken in when no one else wanted her when she was only 2 years old, the shock passed and for the most part the feeling of being a outcast to the rest of the family was gone aswell, but sometime it still gnawed at her and when it did she threw herself into her music. grabbing her guitar she started to strum along with the music she just wrote humming what ever words were in her head to the music.

after a few moments of playing she stopped and crumpled up the paper tossing it into a trash can littered with the same papers in a ball. "nothings seems right with...." she said to herself looking down at her guitar before grabbing another piece of paper.