<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 13th, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gambit<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>It had been a few days since she had started wearing less baggy and more form-fitting clothes, thanks to her roommate. She had tried on quite a few of her friend's outfits, trying to figure out what her style was and she hadn't quite figured it out, yet. She had spent so long wearing nothing but dark colors and baggy sweaters that she hadn't really given it a thought as to what she really wanted to wear. Today was just another day of experimentation and also coming out of her shell. It was the first day she had decided not to wear gloves to hide her scars. Sure, she decided this on a day that she was wearing long sleeves to cover most of them up, but her palms were exposed, so she felt like it was a win. Any little bit counted after hiding for so many years.<br/><br/>Today was also a day she had decided to wear heels. She had practiced only a few times for short periods and had finally been able to walk and not have it look obvious that she didn't know how to walk in heels. She was finally getting the hang of it.<br/><br/>With her books pressed to her chest, her arms crossed over them, she walked down the hall, away from her previous class. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor, echoing the empty hallway in a lovely sound... Or at least it sounded lovely to her. Finally, she didn't have to hide anymore; She could make all the noise she wanted and people could stare at her and she wouldn't worry if they knew she was a mutant. She was home. This place was the home she had always wanted and she had finally made it after so many years of punishment. She made it.<br/><br/>Just as she was turning a corner, basking in her own thoughts of how wonderful this place was, another mutant turned the corner just as she did. It was nothing but a blur to her and a quick gust of wind as a speedster rushed past her, seemingly in a hurry. He managed not to hit her, but the sudden wind and her lack of secure balance in heels caused her to trip over herself as she tried to regain her footing. Her books fell from her arms and a few colorful pens scattered over the floor as the steady clicking of her walk turned into a cluster of clicks before she finally fell when she stepped on the edge of her heel, causing it to slide out from under her. A quick yelp left her lips before she hit the floor, landing on her side, having tried to catch herself with her arm. It caused her to hit her elbow pretty hard and she immediately rolled onto her back and held her elbow with her hand.<strong>"Owww,"</strong>she whimpered to herself, not thinking anyone else was around. If she had, she might have focused on the way she looked before focusing on her elbow. Her bangs had fallen away from her cheek and her skirt was not at all hiding her pink lace panties.<br/><br/>It was a good thing no one was around to see her right now.