<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 sees the girl from the tv from the night before in real life right in front of her.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br/><hr/><br/>Heather had been in a semi circle with six or seven friends of hers. Some of them were men, some of them were women. Highlights had a bad reputation, but that didn't stop her from making friends. She'd been there for two years too, and she'd gotten familiar with the patterns there. It was all very ordered, but disordered at the same time. Her friend Mandy was talking relative non-sense about something she didn't like about history class. 'blah blah, that is not really what happened. blah blah.' Heather rolled her eyes.<strong> "It's history Mandy, you can't like disagree with it, it already happened." </strong><br/><br/>The conversation prattled on wether Heather had anything to say about it or not. There was still about ten minutes before she had to be anywhere. And unlike the real schools out in the rest of the country, these halls were rarely busy. A lot of mutants were here. There was a lot going on. But it didn't much seem like it. At least not like it was back home, for Heather. Everyone was in a hurry there. This place was better, slower, less fun, but more exciting. Her friends had turned into white noise around her. She'd stopped listening completely. This wasn't new, Heather didn't like to talk about school very much. She was looking past the faces of her friends and saw Yolande closing in. Heather tried to look her in the eyes as she approached. Time seemed to stand still for a second as she made the decision.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll see you guys later. I'm late for something." </strong>Her friends teased her for being a busy body, which she wasn't. Heather left the circle. She was carrying four books in her arms, choosing not to adhere to the idea of a book bag. Heather walked straight at Yolande and almost ran into her. She dodged back when she realized the girl didn't care at all who was standing in her way. If she didn't want some one stopping her. She would probably want someone on her side. So that's where Heather landed. Her friends at watched it as the two girls passed and then walked away.<br/><strong><br/>"It's good to see your not dead. I thought they killed you at first." </strong>Heather did her best to keep up, she just wanted to make contact, and try to talk to the girl that she'd been so sad for the night before. It felt like it might calm her down.