<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Bu9Uiys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her dorm room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather brings in supplies for the night, and before she can get back to studying, she slams her mini fridge door closed on accident, most likely waking up her roommate.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Heather needed to study for an upcoming test. She'd found that she almost always failed tests. Every question felt like a trick. And information never felt certain in her mind. Real facts didn't stick well. She found that studying in bed helped for some reason. But before she could study, she would need at least 3,000 calories just to keep her stomach from rumbling too loud and waking up Rogue.<br/><br/>So she left her dorm at about 1:30 and scampered off to the kitchen in her pajamas for supplies.<br/><br/>It had been a strange couple years at the mansion. To Heather, things had been more than bizarre. The radical change from one station of life to other had been jarring. In one day she was a regular little nymphomaniac living with a man that was probably too old for her, and flunking out of school. The next day she was a walking rainbow that didn't ever need to sleep, living in a mansion surrounded by super powered outcasts. It was hard to tell on some days if she was trapped there, or welcomed. Some days were easier than others. Some nights were easier than others.<br/><br/>Dreams were a controversial subject. Some people liked to dream. Heather didn't. Sleep wasn't exactly easy to come by, and if she was bored it was always harder. Most of the time, Heather needed to be in some one's arms in order to fall asleep. And it had been that way long before she'd come to the mansion. And she was never actually tired, so she was still trying to figure out if sleep was even what she should call her dreams. They were never pleasant. And she never woke up refreshed, because she never went to sleep tired. It was all just one long waking moment. Heather never really got into deep sleep. Her body simply didn't need it.<br/><br/>For that reason, she'd been given free roam of the mansion later than other girls. Salem could be a hard ass about important things. But, as long as Heather didn't disrupt anyone, she was allowed to go and eat if she wanted to, or watch tv. She spent some nights with Jono more recently. They made a strange pair.<br/><br/>Heather was on her way back from the kitchens. She'd made herself four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, an absurdly large bowl of potato salad without mayonnaise. Heather never liked mayo, and it smelled awful. She also had some grapes and two tomatoes in a different bowl. She put everything but a sandwich in the mini fridge by her bed. And, up until then, she'd been very quiet. But, she'd lost herself for just a moment excited to finally do something about the rumbling in her stomach. When the mini fridge door closed, it slammed shut with a familiar 'ca-chung'. Heather froze in place and hunched her shoulders. there was no way that didn't wake up Rogue.<br/><br/><em>'Stupid people and their dreams.' </em>Heather slowly turned to look at her roommate.<strong>"I'm sorry..."</strong>Her apology, as always, was one-hundred percent honest.