A/N: I don't know if this is what you guys thought, but I thought that Sandy was appearing too perfect and kinda Mary Sue-like, so I gave her something to take away from that.

[Setting: Landis High School…]

Quentin Mustard shook his head, watching Sandy walk down the hall. He never noticed her, but he'd been stalking…ahem, watching Loretta Scarlet lately and she'd mentioned her in a plot for some kind of revenge.

She always knew what to say, was smart, and was decent-looking. She was too perfect.

She had a deep, dark secret, Quentin knew it, and he was out to find out what it was.

[Setting: Hill House…]

Sandy sighed, sitting on the kitchen counter while Mrs. Ho washed the dishes. "Did you ever wish that you weren't here?" She asked her.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ho replied absent-mindedly.

"I mean, do you ever wish that you had a normal life? Away from Mr. Boddy and Hill House and all this crap?"

She hesitated. "I don't think I should answer that."

"I do. I mean…"

"Sandy, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm surrounded by people who do or have done bad things. I'm expected to look up to these people. And I am becoming one of them."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ho sighed.

"I'm helping Mr. Boddy blackmail the parents of some kids in my high school and now I have to target the kids too. And also…look, I can trust you, right?"

She finally stopped and turned to look at Sandy. "We're in this together, aren't we?" She smiled wearily.

"Well, do you remember how I used to get money?"

"Oh, yeah. You used to sing those songs on the streets."

"Yeah. The public ate that up with a spoon. But now I'm older…and I have to act older."

"Where's this going, Sandy?" Mrs. Ho eyed her suspiciously.

"Um…I get money in…different ways now."

"Spit it out, young lady."

"I do sleazy things with sleazy guys when I'm offered enough. It's shameful, I know. It makes working here seem like Heaven, but it's not like I get such an offer here."

"Well, I mean financially." Sandy shuddered. "But I'm hoping not in that way."

Mrs. Ho paused. "I didn't know that about you," she shook her head, "and I'm surprised at you."

"I know. But you want to know what else? It's the closest thing I'll ever come to any kind of love. That and that creepy Howard guy."

"Have you told anybody else this?"

"No. But I'm sure Mr. Boddy knows. He knows everything about me."

"You and me both."

"Why, what's there to know about you?"

"I'll tell you another time."

A tear ran down Sandy's cheek. "I'm disgracing my parents." She whimpered. "It was my father's last request that I was taken care of, you know. Something like that. And look what I do with my life. He wouldn't have wanted this."

"In a way, there's nothing either of you can do."

"Don't do that with me! I'm trash and I know it!"

"You know, I always felt that there was something wrong with you." Mrs. Ho shook her head. "And now I know what it is."

"That's why I try to be that unseen girl at school. The less people care about me, the better. The less people who'll find out. Get it?"


There was an awkward pause until Sandy finally burst into tears. Mrs. Ho patted her shoulder to make her calm down, which eventually was achieved. Yvette popped her head in the doorway.

"Is everyzing all right?" She asked.

Sandy nodded sadly. "Yeah. Thanks, Yvette."

She walked away and Sandy looked up at Mrs. Ho. "This is our secret, right?" She asked.

She nodded at her, smiling warmly, and then want back to doing the dishes while Sandy fiddled with a bracelet.

[Setting: Hill House – The Study…]

"Really? Well, that's interesting. And I bet she thinks I'll never find out. I should've known she'd resort to that. I should've known she—"

"Excuse me? Do you need anything?"

"No. Take the night off, why don't you? I'm sure you have some cars to climb into."

A pause.

"How did you…"

"How did I know? I'm sure you should know by now that I know everything. Now go get me a drink, you little slut."

"…Yes, sir."

A/N: Who do you think is a rat? BTW, this story's not going to get graphic, but I think I want a little part about Sandy at…ahem…work. And the whole Clue plot will come into play eventually. This is just kind of an introduction to the characters' world. But the best way to get through long introductions? Picture Morgan Freeman reading this! ;)