<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>In part, Michelle was proud of herself.  She'd kept her cool throughout the situation, provided a distraction with little actual risk to herself, and got the situation amplified to the point where she was starting to get the upper hand.  However, she'd been played.  She wasn't what was wanted, which had been a mistake on her part.<br/><br/>Although part of her felt a little upset that everyone had jumped in, making her attempt useless.  It was something that she'd have to deal with later, having some sort of signs and signals for her eventual Band.  She was prepared for the arguments that she hadn't acted properly, but if she was supposed to do something else, she hoped at least that someone else had a better plan.<br/><br/>No matter how much she assured herself of that, however, she couldn't make her heart stop pounding, and careful look at her hands showed the gentlest trembling.<br/><br/>When Eliza suggested the prospect of going back to the teacher, Michelle simply nodded.  Her mood for shopping was pretty much shot, and she doubted that the mall was going to have a lot of happy salespeople looking to sell things anyway.  It was probably just time to get out.<br/><br/>She glanced over to Kelly, a girl that Michelle hadn't met yet who also gave the familiar tingle of a Scion, and gave a polite nod of greeting.