<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/hxOjHKA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Wallace/Merida<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Girls Dorm Common<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting ready for the day<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rachel<br/><br/>Melissa ran a brush through her unruly locks. Wincing as the brush caught she gave up and just let the red curls fall over her shoulders. Her Mascot uniform hung up in the corner of her room and she gave a secret smile. It was the ultimate rebellion for her. Her parents had fought her so hard on becoming a cheerleader, encouraging her that it was more feminine, more proper for a young woman to do. Much better than wearing a costume and antagonizing the other time from the side lines. But what else was there to do? Melissa loved to cause trouble, have fun, and she found she enjoyed her "job" much more than wearing a tight skirt.<br/><br/>Sure there was more to it, but Melissa didn't like to think about it. It pissed her off, especially since she considered the girl her friend. Her parents were just too determined sometimes. Walking out of her room she made her way on out to the commons. Maybe she'd relax and see if anyone wanted to get breakfast with her. That's when her eyes fell on Rachel.<strong>"Hey Rachel!"</strong>she said excitedly, making her way over to sit across from her.<br/><br/><strong>"How are you?"</strong>She knew most the cheerleaders. She worked with Isabella and them on ways to really irritate other teams and their mascots, as well as represent the school of course. Her red curls bounced as she sat though,<strong>"I had a question. If you're interested, and not too busy later."</strong>