<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Hallways<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 11:00 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yolande<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather defends herself and starts to turn away. She's positioned face to face with Yolande along the length of the hallway.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br/><hr/>Heather stopped with Yolande, sort of. She kept walking slowly for a couple months and turned 180 degrees to face Yolande as kids walked to and fro on both sides of them. People were usually never this mad at her. She made a face. Heather could usually deal when people were mad, because it usually wasn’t at her. She was typically a salve for other people’s problems. She got away with treating this situation the same in her mind. She hadn’t done anything too wild, even straight girls didn’t mind being told they were hot, usually. It wasn’t like she’d invaded Yolande’s personal space, so she kind of felt like the taller girl was upset about something else and taking it out on Heather. In the young mutants mind, there was no reason for anyone to be mad at her.<br/><br/><strong>“Yikes. Grumpy bear.”</strong>Heather smiled at Yolande as she described Heather in three words. She nodded with Yolande, checking them off in her head pretty successfully,<em>‘check, check, check.’</em>Her grin grew a little wider.<strong>“Nailed it, You a psychic or something?”</strong>Heather had seen Yolande move things with her mind on the television, and so far, she had gotten a few too many things right about Highlights as a person.<br/><br/><strong>“I mean…” </strong>Heather nodded her head back and forth a bit.<strong>“I get it. I’ll leave you alone. But I was using fuck as a different word, like. Not fucking fucking, like ‘no fucking way,’ or like, ‘so fucking cool,’ ‘good fucking friend.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I’m twenty nine days clean, bitch.”</strong>Heather pointed to her wrist where a large amount of purple bracelets dangled together.<strong>“Got plenty of friends I don’t fuck.”</strong>Heather was starting to back pedal away.<strong>“I was gonna help you find your classes, or whatever. Introduce you to the cool kids, maybe save your rapidly decreasing social status. But hey, do what you wanna do, good luck getting around.”</strong>Heather started to turn away, her back pedal turned into a sidestep, and her side step started into a full walk. She had a feeling that Yolande might stop her and ask for help. She also imagined that Yolande might shout as the ‘rainbow slut’ walked away. In any case, Heather was satisfied, she’d defended herself, and she’d tried to help, mostly. The other girl was angry, and she’d have other chances to prove her worth. But in the moment, there were things to do, and she didn’t want to waste her time with anger.