<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School corridor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Walking along, ignoring people<br/><hr/><br/>Yolande barely noticed the other girl walking right at her at all. She made no effort to move out of her way or take her into account. If she wanted to walk into Yolande she'd probably just fall straight on her ass anyway. She smirked a little bit when she made the other girl dodge back, and briefly debated berating her. Not worth it, though. At least she thought quick enough to know what it was smart to move. Then the stranger decided to follow her. What the fuck was this, some kind of stalker-fan. She let her walk alongside for a little bit until this girl started speaking.<br/><br/><strong>"It's good to see I'm not dead."</strong><br/><br/>Yolande repeated Heather's words back at her slowly, with a nearly painful amount of sarcasm. It was a stupid sentence, when thought about. It's hardly a positive statement of caring for someone, just not wanting them dead. Not that she needed, or wanted, this girls care.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks."</strong><br/><br/>Out of curiosity Yolande decided to see why Heather was talking to her. Charles had warned her about this but she'd yet to be caught or punished, and it was so quick and easy to have a little glance. She was trying to help her feel better. This nobody was honestly pitying her. Yolande felt a sharp spike of frustration, but at least reacted quickly enough that she avoided projecting that into Heather's mind.<br/><br/><strong>"I take it this is a pity thing? I guess you think I'm really cut up about what happened. Maybe I'm depressed. Maybe I just don't know what the fuck to do with myself. Do you want to be my shoulder to cry on? You can make me feel better and fix me. I bet you'll feel good about it."</strong><br/><br/>Once again every word was about as sarcastic as possible. She made sure to really emphasize that last 'you', making it clear she doubted Heather was caring for any reason other than making herself feel good for caring.