<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Highlights" - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>TV room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Medusa<br/><strong>Content:</strong>The conversation continues as the girls meet each other.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br/><hr/>It was all about human connection.<br/><br/>Heather smiled at Abigail, it was so nice to meet new people, to learn new facts about the world through another’s eyes. She felt a fairly instant kinship with Medusa. There was something special about this school. Everyone here had something in common without having much similar about them at all. They were able to console each other just by meeting each other. It was Heather’s favorite part of going to school here. So, as the conversation shifted away from the acton movie, Heather felt another surge of happiness was up from her chest.<br/><br/>The topic of conversation was hair dye.<strong> “Oohh. You’re sweet.”</strong>She said out loud, unable to draw a difference between a thought and a word. She had no concept of how powerful words could be, and her compliments always rang out of her lips with a slight flavor of seduction. Abigail hadn’t even been too sweet. It was just second nature for Highlights.<strong>“I think there are a few girls that color their hair around here, and it’s not like we can’t learn how to do it.” </strong>Hair shifted into usefulness of being a human cappuccino machine. Heather giggled in response and rolled her eyes at her own fortune.<strong>“I have way too much time on my hands.” </strong>It was clear that she wasn’t exaggerating, but her tone was light and the smile on her face also suggested that she was joking quite a bit as well. She eased through that topic and kept up with Medusa as they sprang forward into the discussion of powers.<br/><br/>Heather couldn’t help from reacting to the information about Medusa’s power. Heather hadn’t done a lot of learning about mythical figures from ancient greek poems. So, she knew that Medusa had snakes for hair, and that was all. And she didn’t know where that knowledge had come from.<strong>“Now that’s a power.” </strong>Her internal monologue was still fast asleep as she buzzed on the sofa. By this point both of her legs were up on the sofa and her shoulders were turned all the way to Abi.<br/><br/>She thought about being paralyzed, and her spine crawled, her whole body sort of cringed as her face soured at the idea. She was still smiling though, as affable as ever.<strong>“Just by looking at them! I love that! I could use that.” </strong>Heather didn’t like to think much about how she could change things in the past, so she just imagined a few scenarios and enjoyed them privately. Both of them revolved around girls she’d been very recently intimate with.<em>‘How long has it been since I’ve been with a guy?’</em>Finally, a thought happened in her brain without it spilling from her silly little lips.<br/><br/>The answer never came to her though, Medusa’s hair was tickling at her cheek before she could put a second thought together. She was laughing and smiling as if she were some kind of animated child’s program. The bubbling giggle made her cheeks blush a bit, but not much else changed about her. She put her hands up out of instinct, but she didn’t block Medusa’s hair from doing it’s thing.<strong>“That is so much fun. I have a hair growth thing too, about three inches a day. But that’s awesome, you’re like the Rapunzel!”</strong><br/><br/>Heather knew Disney movies better than she knew anything else, so her mind didn’t completely grasp why Medusa was a good choice for a girl with paralyzing powers and hair that could grow like that. She thought about maybe asking, but she figured it was probably something she’d never learned and instead decided to keep getting know the more important things about this girl.<br/><br/><strong>“So, tell me more! I love a good story. Birthday, favorite foods, ex boyfriends, whatever.” </strong>Heather heard a whole bunch of screeching tires and looked up at the movie.<strong>“Oh, sorry, unless you wanna watch the movie.” </strong>She laughed at herself for losing track of reality while having their conversation.<strong>“Seriously though, first night jitters or whatever. It might be weird to not go to bed and stuff, but if you’ve tried and you're tired or whatever. I can wake you up in like two seconds. Free of charge.”</strong>Heather let herself hang in between the act of conversing, watching a movie, and possibly giving her new friend Abi a dose of her signature ‘Highlights-nightlife-lifeline.’ She held her hand up toward Abi palm first, and spread her fingers a bit. All of her digits flexed together, inviting Abi to lace their fingers together.<strong>“Just a touch, but I warn you, it’ll keep you up all night…” </strong>She gave Abi a polite smile with her eyes as she more modestly tightened her lips together. Her fingers all flexed again with a bit more panache this time.<br/><br/><strong>    </strong><br/><em>    </em>