Slowly Swapping: Zoe

(*Note: This is personal to me, but I never do well with 'real' people. Will contribute to the other branch, but wanted to try an alternate option for Zoe.*) Meanwhile Zoe had just walked into the house. As usual, she didn't want to speak to anyone. She stomped up the stairs, making a general racket, then locked herself in her room, turning on her stereo and blasting out some loud music. That was a sign to her family that she wanted to be left alone. She paused when suddenly the music switched to classical music. "What the hell?"