Hazard of the iPod: Forgetting that other people happened to exist somewhere outside your world of sound. It really was the greatest and most terrible tool invented to vex mankind. Now, normally Alison didn't consider herself antisocial. She wasn't the sort of gal to plug in her Best of Dashboard CD and wear an big black hoodie with Jack Skellington on the back, eyes rimmed in black, glaring from underneath her too-long bangs at a world that did not understand her. Really, she wasn't, definitely not the type of kid who would want to hide in plain sight behind a big, shadowy wall of music, but sometimes a girl just needs to rock out.
She hadn't originally intended to spend her Saturday engaged in her own private dance party. Actually, she was going in search of her missing pink Converse. She didn't have many pairs of shoes and so kind of needed the ones she could get her hands on (hazard of having an affinity for cute shoes when one had really big feet). That had been her original intention, but now she was bouncing around to ABBA, the disco-fabulous strains of "Waterloo" issuing from her earphones and invading the world of anyone who got close enough to hear it. Fortunately for the general populace of Salem Academy, Ali hadn't run into anyone...yet. Or to be more accurate, bowled anyone over since when she hit someone, they were usually the unfortunate party who would wind up sprawled on the floor. This might spell bad news for a certain firebug that the oblivious Dancing Queen was now heading for.