Senior year ended up being a pretty good year for once. Maybe it had something to do with Trisha finally having a chance to stay in a state for long enough that she could actually get to know some people. That was the perks of being a military brat. In the end she joined the year book committee, and ate at the school's salad bar-<em>SALAD BAR!</em>Who has one of those? Did she mention the nerd table? It usually took her awhile to be able to find a group she clicked with, but there people just got her! Between artists, gamers, and anime geeklings they all just seemed to get alone, even if they didn't all agree on what anime was the<em>best</em>anime. It wasn't where she spent all of her time, but she her lunches and breakfast periods, definitely!<br/><br/>the rest of her day was sourly taken up with classes that she was actually surprisingly doing well in for once, and hanging out with some of the cooler kids in the school. They were all popular for one reason or another, usually because they were sociable and normal, sporty even. The girls almost got her to try out for being a cheerleader at one point, but the second she saw those flips she noped the flip out of that one.<br/><br/>June was edging closer, and with it the school dance. It was an end hoorah for the seniors and she was already looking forward to it. Was... was the best word for it. She had her ticket, she had her dress, and... she had a sorrowful gaze from her dad as he watched the light in her eyes diminish over the news. Three times today she'd already been asked if she was okay, but everyone managed to get a shrug and her awkwardly looking the other way until they finally gave up trying to pry. She was still holding onto a slim hope that she'd find a way out of leaving, but... the military never cut corners on orders like that. So, after school, she found herself in her own pit of isolation, walking slowly across the school courtyard and looking over the building. It had become something like a home to her. She really didn't want to see it go.