<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room, Sunrise of 9/11<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Writing an email, lounging around, waiting for a few of the other cheerleaders to go to breakfast with<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Melissa, Open<br/><hr/><br/>A familiar voice drew Rachel's eyes from her study of the slowly fading sunrise.  At seeing the red mass of curls, possibly Rachel's second most favorite head of hair on campus, next to her own, of course, a bright, sincere smile formed upon her lips.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Melissa.  I'm good.  What'cha up to?"</strong><br/><br/>As often as her mother had moved her in the last several years, friends had been difficult to come by and harder still to maintain.  That had changed, for the better, after Rachel had arrived at Roy Walter U.  First, there was the cheer squad, and while there might be a few who could come across as shallow and two-faced, most of the girls were genuinely friendly, at least in Rachel's opinion.  Then there was Melissa, Team Mascot, archery enthusiast, and an all around good person.  While Rachel didn't quite understand Melissa's aversion to tight skirts, she knew the girl was better at wearing a Mascot costume than anyone else and that was all due to the fact that Melissa loved doing it.  In Rachel's mind, that's all that really mattered.<br/><br/><strong>"We've got try-outs later today, but tell me what your question is and maybe we can figure something out?"</strong>