Multi-Purpose Room

[GGJ5]

Want your characters to meet in the hallway? Are they at their lockers, or in biology lab, cutting up a worm or something? Want your character to take guitar or choir or calculus? Well, instead of making a million threads just for a few interactions, just post here and include the use of the room in your post... think of this as a sort of a Room of Requirement!

[GGJ5]

OOC: Interaction for my loverly mascii! yay! BIC:

Silhouette St. James

It was part of a new initiative the parish was putting out for community service for high schoolers. Why a private school needed community service, she wasn't sure, but supposedly another private school was doing the same thing at her own...

Final exam team-tutoring. Kind of a weird idea, but it was supposed to boost morale amongst the school districts or something, and she was at least acquainted with a few people at this school. And friends with a couple. Maybe she'd get lucky and get assigned to a class with people she knew.

She glanced down at her assignment paper and entered the room. Supposedly inside would be a group of five or six students who signed up (or were required, depending) and another student from the school to co-tutor with her. She actually didn't know how much tutoring she'd have to do at a school with such a good record and all, so she'd brought some review sheets she'd copied from one of her teachers.

Silhouette pushed open the door to the classroom she was assigned to and closed it behind her. "Am I too late?" she commented, even though she was just on time.

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

He sat slumped in his chair, leaned back to make optimal use of any and all comfort such a seat could provide. He wasn't even all that sure what they were doing. He'd heard some rambling about tutoring students, and kids from other schools, but he'd been zoned out. A friend had commented to him about being 'co-tutor', but he'd been texting Erin and really wasn't that interested. Now he kind of wished he'd ignored Erin's comments for a moment so he knew what the heck was going on.

"Am I too late?" Yukito looked up as a pretty-looking girl with black hair and brown eyes. She looked like one of those no-nonsense types, and had the air of someone who was always on time and came prepared, so Yukito had to suppress a scowl. Great.

"No, you're on time." he stated simply, trying his best to sound at least ambivalent to the whole thing, if he shouldn't be resentful of time wasted on his behalf - and he could be doing stuff right now. The fact was, he wasted hours on the computer at home anyways, but he had plans with Erin, and that was putting him in an irritable mood. Plus, the fact that his phone kept vibrating in his pocket was somehow frustrating in the middle of a conversation, even if it was his girlfriend texting him constantly. Without sitting up straight, he gave a nod to her, "I'm Yukito, and I guess I'm co-tutoring with you." I think. "What have you got there?"

[GGJ5]

Silhouette St. James

Wow, this room looks dead, was Silhouette's first thought as she stepped inside it.

"Am I too late?" She wasn't, but she still felt like being on time was close enough to being late, especially if she was supposed to be taking charge of something. Leading something.

"No, you're on time." She recognized the face of the apathetic speaker, practically lounging in the desk's chair, from a friend's pictures that had been thrust under her nose eagerly. She'd made him sound like he was so extraordinary and really something, but Silhouette knew to expect such colorings and exaggerations. And seeing him here, now, giving off the 'I'm so good I don't even have to try' vibe... Well, they say love is blind. I guess... If he was going to stay like that--

Without sitting up straight, he gave a nod to her. "I'm Yukito, and I guess I'm co-tutoring with you."

Great. He guesses? Lovely. "I know you are," Silhouette voiced, reminding herself not to be terse. Maybe he'd warm up, right? "I'm Silhouette, I'm a junior at Audubon. You're a senior here, right?" That was good-- the "tutees" were all freshman as far as she knew, even though that meant they were probably all around her age. She'd have to pull the authority card, probably...

"What have you got there?" Silhouette blinked. Okayyy... "Um, review sheets... Aren't we reviewing social studies for the freshman final? That's what's on my assignment sheet.. they didn't tell you?" A thought occurred to her then, and Silhouette nudged a little, because Yukito seemed to not give a care about a word she said, "I thought this school would be a bit better about things like that."

Barely hiding a sigh-- I hate group work... this is why. I get stuck with the haters and "brainy" hipsters...-- Silhouette pulled a desk around to the front and started divvying up the review sheets among the freshman. If he's not gonna do anything, then fine. I was prepared for that anyway.

After giving instructions on the short study guide and giving tips from the textbooks under each desk, Silhouette moved her seat next to Yukito. She'd changed her mind about doing it all herself. "Didn't they even give you any of their history homework to grade?"

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

"I'm Yukito, and I guess I'm co-tutoring with you." He didn't see anything wrong with the statement, but he could practically see the girl physically prickling.

"I know you are," he arched an eyebrow, "I'm Silhouette, I'm a junior at Audubon. You're a senior here, right?" Yukito nodded, ready to be simple and as least verbal as he possibly could to get through this. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but looked at what 'Silhouette' held.

"What have you got there?" he figured by the looks of her that she was the no-nonsense, always-be-prepared type, so maybe whatever the heck she was lugging around was importatnt to whatever they were doing. Tutoring. Of course.

"Um, review sheets... Aren't we reviewing social studies for the freshman final? That's what's on my assignment sheet.. they didn't tell you?" he didn't know how to react to the utter uncertainty he heard in her tone, and decided to not respond immediately. Of course, this prompted her to add, "I thought this school would be a bit better about things like that."

Oh, I see...always-be-prepared chick has a bit of a higher-than-thou attitude. He kind of wanted to pull out his grades and prove to her than he could be as much a brain as she was, but found himself just rolling his eyes as she started handing out her paperwork for everyone. While she was busy, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to read Erin's text -

'lol your such a dork sometims u know that? xD haha she wont bc shes in the hall now w/ a parent N ITS NOT MINE HAHA
lol ur weird... i <3 ur face, battle woulds and all, dork. ^.^
owww lol still hiccupin n my stomachs soar now.... : P'

A little smile crossed his lips, disappearing as he focused on typing a return text message with all speed allowed.

'battle wounds. i like that.
wat did u do to hav hardcore hiccups?/
0.0 tell me, y did 1 friend of mine try 2 giv me a romance novel/?'

He looked up briefly as Shadow-girl sat down next to him, "Didn't they even give you any of their history homework to grade?"

With a sigh, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked up to meet her eyes, giving her full attention, "Look, I just got pulled in her ten minutes ago, they told me I'm covering for this guy that's been preparing for weeks. He's got some family crisis, or something like that. I wasn't given any real instructions, no 'papers', or crap. If you give me a brief explanation of what you're hoping to accomplish here, tutoring-wise, I can work with that. I have helped some friends out with their homework before, and that's why they pulled me. But I'd appreciate it if you stop nagging me about my lack of preparation."

[GGJ5]

Silhouette St. James

Oh, seriously?! He is texting? And he wasn't even trying to hide it. The stuck-on-himself wannabe-rocker just sat their busying himself with the keys on his phone as if he had no responsibility here whatsoever. I. Hate. Groupwork.

It was intervention time. She slid into a desk near him and prodded, "Didn't they even give you any of their history homework to grade?"

Yukito sighed and finally put his phone away. Ha! Silhouette-1, Yukito-0. "Look, I just got pulled in her ten minutes ago, they told me I'm covering for this guy that's been preparing for weeks. He's got some family crisis, or something like that. I wasn't given any real instructions, no 'papers', or crap. If you give me a brief explanation of what you're hoping to accomplish here, tutoring-wise, I can work with that. I have helped some friends out with their homework before, and that's why they pulled me. But I'd appreciate it if you stop nagging me about my lack of preparation."[/b]

Rude, she thought at him pointedly, and made sure he could see the reaction in her face when he finally finished his mini-rant. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd quite your attitude," she responded quietly, with a glance at the freshmen, some of them moseying about the paperwork and others giving them curious looks. "You're supposed to be leading by example." And you're not doing such a hot job so far.

She sighed this time and explained, "We're supposed to team up to go over the social studies aspects that are expected to be on the finals... Since I'm in AP socials at my school, and this is part of a community service requirement in my curriculum, they sent me here. And since it's your school and you know what the finals are like--or at least you're supposed to, anyway-- they sent you. That's how it's supposed to work, but, whatever, I can do it myself. Just... collect their pre-tests or whatever when they finish. And here," she dropped a red pen on his desk. "You can grade those."

[Elda Forever]

Elda Forever

His explanation fell on deaf ears, and he could see the stony, pinched look on her face. The kind of face his mother pulled when she thought he was out of line. Ugh, that's so frustratingly hypocritical. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd quite your attitude," she flashed a pointed look around at the freshmen, "You're supposed to be leading by example."

He wanted to scoff in her face and tell her just what he thought of that, but the vibration in his pocket from another Erin text distracted him. If I get detention, that's even longer I have to wait to hang out with Erin, and that might take away my chance to go out with her tonight. He settled for a dark, "Sure, if you want to believe it makes any difference." Like they're not already determined to either be here or not. Like what I do has any effect on them.

Shadow-Silhouette sighed, obviously exasperated by this lowly being she was forced to deal with instead of the school nerd. Or Blair. He cringed to think about what conversations the two of them would have. BORING. "We're supposed to team up to go over the social studies aspects that are expected to be on the finals... Since I'm in AP socials at my school, and this is part of a community service requirement in my curriculum, they sent me here. And since it's your school and you know what the finals are like--or at least you're supposed to, anyway-- they sent you. That's how it's supposed to work, but, whatever, I can do it myself. Just... collect their pre-tests or whatever when they finish. And here," she dropped a red pen on his desk. "You can grade those."

Oooh. He wanted to go against her in some way, any way. He felt like some kid she was babysitting, sticking in the corner to color pictures while the adults did everything else. No way he was letting her order him around like some hired help or hunk of stupid. He kept the passive look on his face, but was unable to hide a barely subdued fury in his eyes that burned as he quickly graded the papers. He could tell why most of these guys were in here, but he wasn't going to say anything like that out loud. Tapping the papers lightly against the desk to straighten them, he neatly placed them down and inspected the room around him. Miss Perfect was doing her own thing, but Yukito's eyes fell on a familiar face. Samantha MacArthur... The kid was the younger sibling of a friend of his, and always found it interesting that they looked nothing alike. Silent as could be, he slipped over to her side, staying a fair distance back so that he could adequately look over her shoulder. When Sam looked up, Yukito saw the nervousness in her eyes.

"Need any help?"

She gave a little shrug, and Yukito knelt down at her side, looking down solemnly at the paper. She was working on the history of other nations, and right now she was on Japan, of all places. Yukito smiled, intrigued by the coincidence. "Don't worry, for names and dates, you just have to find out what works for you to keep it in your head. If we find out how you associate one thing with another, we've got it made. Now...what's the first question..." he leaned a little closer....

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After they'd gone through several problems, he figured out she could take it on her own. Mostly it was prodding her, keeping her focused and not letting her mind wander. In a way, it was like how Erin couldn't stay on a task so easily. But if he just read aloud the question, and looked to her for an answer, Sam gave it a deep thought, and was able to produce the correct answer. Most of the time. Yukito looked up to check on the status of Miss Perfect, and finding her not so far away.

[GGJ5]

Silhouette St. James

Yukito was occupied enough with the grading, but she'd probably have to go over it again anyway after he was done-- he seemed to be rushing through it to her. And for all she knew, he was giving extra points-- not like it mattered anyway, but the thought of that grated her.

Meantime, Silhouette pulled a group of students together and started asking them what their last few tests had been like. Once she knew the kinds of questions their teachers asked, she could start giving them study tips to best fit that kind of test. That way, she would still be helping out without just giving them answers or boring them with reviews over things they didn't need reviews over.

For a while, this method worked really well, and she spent some good time with that group and then another little collection of three helping develop some pneumatic devices or study advice and such. After a while, though, it occurred to her that she'd better check on her other so-called fellow tutor... she'd forgotten about him for a bit. "Hold on for a sec," she commented to the students in her current group before standing to her feet and looking over at the other side of the room, expecting to see Yukito back in his his comfy texting position. If he is, I am so reporting him. No way he gets credit for something he didn't do.

However, he looked like he was working with a student, and her agitation with him ebbed. Curious as to how it was going (and still a little dubious), Silhouette started in their direction. Closer now, she could clearly hear what they were saying, and he was talking to her about certain aspects of the Industrial Revolution. "Hey, excuse me for a sec," she said to the girl, before looking back at Yukito pointedly. "You can't do that," she said quietly. "Giving her answers, you can't do that. Did you finish the grading?" She put her hands on her hips. "I mean really grading, not just for completion."

Silhouette hated groupwork.

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

"Um...yes?"

"Wrong," he said simply, "Do you have any idea why?"

Sam thought for a moment, looking frustrated and angry with herself for not knowing, "Um...because Japan is...." she let out a little nervous chuckle that was riddled with fear of saying the wrong thing, "They...didn't want to face being beaten?"

"Because the Japanese put honor and pride pretty high on the scale, so the result of being defeated was, to them, the same as death itself. To be afraid of death was to be a coward. So many of the more traditional officers didn't pass along the message, and many of the remaining troops committed suicide. The new, more American-style battle strategies of Tadamichi Kuribayashi was, in a lot of ways, really far out there. It was a nation's pride that both won and lost the battle, depending on how you look at it." He gave a little shrug, then looked up as Shadow slipped over, swooping down like a bird on its prey.

"Hey, excuse me for a sec," She said quickly to Sam, then turned to Yukito, "You can't do that," Yukito bristled. I'm here to tutor. Back off, lady. Don't tell me what I can and can't do. "Giving her answers, you can't do that. Did you finish the grading?" She put her hands on her hips, unable to resist a snide remark, "I mean really grading, not just for completion."

Yukito frowned, "I don't do things just for completion." he muttered darkly, "And I'm not 'giving her answers'. I'm working with her individually." he gestured across the roomful of students, "If group work and having someone tell them how to learn was working for them, they wouldn't be here, would they? Consider that maybe they just need a little help to make it click, or a personalized method to get it. Tell you what, Shadow," he sent her a little 'aren't I nice?' smile, "How about you go do your thing, and you let me do mine? Okay? Stepping on people's toes that don't match up to your criteria doesn't make you look any more professional."

He pointedly turned away from Silhouette, meeting Sam's eyes evenly, "You think you got it, or you need more help?"

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Silhouette St. James

"Hey, excuse me for a sec," she said quickly to the girl, then turned to Yukito. "You can't do that," she said, and reiterated herself when her so-called co-tutor subtly recoiled. "Giving her answers, you can't do that. Did you finish the grading?" She put her hands on her hips, clarifying, "I mean really grading, not just for completion."

"I don't do things just for completion." Oh, so sorry, didn't realize that was a sore spot for you. She tried to keep her expression stoic, though, because how stupid would it be to give into his jibes-- he was obviously trying to get on her nerves now. Just because he couldn't get away with what he wanted. "And I'm not 'giving her answers'. I'm working with her individually."

"Oh, right, of course." Silhouette nodded as though in agreement. "Just like there's not a war in Iraq, just 'unrest aided through a foreign vehicle of military reinforcement'. Okay." She knew she shouldn't stoop so low as to respond to his attitude, but the fact that he insisted on pursuing it made it really hard to bite her tongue. He seemed to be doing everything he could to get on her nerves and he didn't even know her.

"If group work and having someone tell them how to learn was working for them, they wouldn't behere, would they?" Oh, of course your way is so much better. "Consider that maybe they just need a little help to make it click, or a personalized method to get it. Tell you what, Shadow," he said, the nickname making her jaw tighten. Chalk up 'rude' to the list of complaints against him now, and it looked like he knew it, too, with that sarcastic look on his face. "How about you go do your thing, and you let me do mine? Okay? Stepping on people's toes that don't match up to your criteria doesn't make you look any more professional."

"Good to know, thanks for letting me in on that-- I'll remember it whenever I actually start listening to people who'd rather spend their classtime texting and helping people cheat instead of doing things the right way." She could have kicked herself for letting herself slip into reacting to his comments-- that's all he wanted was a reaction from her, too, probably. So typical.

He turned away from her and started to talk to his 'tutee' again. And for a moment Silhouette thought to just let him be like he'd suggested and move on. But that would be giving into him, and she didn't want to give someone the satisfaction who in turn was only giving her smack. She turned back to the pair. "I can help her, you go over there," she gestured to the group she'd just left. "They'll need someone to correct the damage their other tutor has already managed to wreak." Now it was her turn to smile, hers ever-so-sweetly, as if her comment had meant nothing. Silhouette promised herself it would be the last time she'd send a comment like that his way, too... it was so childish and dumb.

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

"I'm not 'giving her answers'. I'm working with her individually."

"Oh, right, of course." Shadow gave a sarcastic nod, full of contempt for a speck on her perfect scoresheet. "Just like there's not a war in Iraq, just 'unrest aided through a foreign vehicle of military reinforcement'. Okay."

"If group work and having someone tell them how to learn was working for them, they wouldn't behere, would they?" Yukito found himself snarling back at her, "Consider that maybe they just need a little help to make it click, or a personalized method to get it. Tell you what, Shadow," He saw how she bristled at the nickname he had been referring to her as since he had been so nicely introduced. "How about you go do your thing, and you let me do mine? Okay? Stepping on people's toes that don't match up to your criteria doesn't make you look any more professional."

"Good to know, thanks for letting me in on that-- I'll remember it whenever I actually start listening to people who'd rather spend their classtime texting and helping people cheat instead of doing things the right way." He stared at her for a long moment, one eyebrow arched. It was pretty unexpected to hear such a preschool comment coming from a sophisticated Shadow like her. She's seriously gonna ride on me because I'm not doing things her way? Wow...is it just me, or are you always so bitchy?

"I can help her, you go over there," she gestured to the group she'd just left. "They'll need someone to correct the damage their other tutor has already managed to wreak."

Yukito refrained from rolling his eyes at her, knowing it would only add fuel to her already fierce blaze. But it does nothing to just take it and go. She'll just want to walk all over me, and love doing it. And I never could stand that. In a detached voice he told her, "Take your tight-lipped little smile and your tight-laced little lesson plan, and go take care of your own kids." It wasn't a request this time. He was sick of her butting in and thinking she could order him around. Just like Blair. The last time he even considered letting her in, he'd ended up in more trouble than she'd been worth.

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Silhouette St. James

"I can help her, you go over there," she gestured to the group she'd just left. "They'll need someone to correct the damage their other tutor has already managed to wreak." Silhouette didn't usually let subtle jibes get to her, but he was so good at it, and it was making her look like she didn't know what she was doing. Which would reflect in her grade, among other things. She told herself then, turning away from him, to hold her tongue now no matter what else he said or did. Or didn't do, whichever was applicable. Probably the 'didn't do' one, though...

He did do something, though-- he gave her another jibe-- probably just to see a reaction. Now that's childish, seriously. Grow up a little... "Take your tight-lipped little smile and your tight-laced little lesson plan, and go take care of your own kids."

Silhouette suppressed the urge to gawk at his comment-- what a know-it-all jerk! She hadn't had someone snap at her like that so frankly in a long time, much less from a near-total stranger, and she felt the familiar pricking in her eyes and throat signaling the desire to tear up. I will not. Silhouette glanced back to the other side of the room, well covering the faltering instant, and forced her shoulders to relax. "Fine," she commented, in a voice that said no, he hadn't said a thing to bother her, only made a very good suggestion. You teach one, I teach twelve, totally fair. No problem. It'll look fantastic on my report, I'm sure. Thanks. Totally wonderful.

So she left Yukito to his own business and sat down back with another threesome, trying to pick up where she left off. And trying to cool down from the waves of attitude she could still feel clawing at her back. Know-it-all, rude jerk.

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

He found himself a little too amused at her expression. He could almost feel the hatred simmering beneath her forcedly cool mask. She turned away from him, with a voice that sounded a little too in control, a little too cool. "Fine,"

Yukito couldn't resist a little smirk to himself, turning back to Sam. He felt more cheerful now that he had annoyed someone today. He hadn't been able to do that for awhile. But he could see on Sam's face that she wasn't exactly thinking of how enjoyable irking a fellow human being could be. She actually looked a little skeptical. "What?"

"Were you flirting with her?" the girl's voice was obviously dripping with disapproval. Yukito's eyes widened, and he found himself snarling.

"No," his dark look was reproachful, and she decided to drop it, which was his intention. But of course she gave a final comment.

"Good, because I like Erin, and if you were playing her, you would suck." That stung.

"Let's get back to the homework, alright?"

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He'd managed to steal two more students from Shadow, but he wasn't sure how he'd done it. They just sort of wandered from the group and came to sit near his desk until he was done, and he'd gone from one to the other, putting little focus on an actual plan or system but determined to keep individual learning styles his main focus. And maybe adding a few tips of things to focus on in essays or such that most teachers liked to see.

Of course most of the students stayed with Shadow. She gave off the in-control vibe that he hated and sheep adored. He hated it when people - girls in particular - acted like they had it all together, when he knew it wasn't true. The first strains proving that they were hypocrites sent him into natural prejudice, and she had done nothing to prove him wrong yet. They were done now, and everyone was heading out the door before he even looked her way again, and when he did he was letting a little smile slip through. Pointedly he pulled out his cell phone, holding it in his hand as he collected the rest of his things. Erin was probably freaking now because she hadn't heard from him in awhile, but she'd wait another minute. "Been nice working with you, Shadow." he said, looking sincere because he had enjoyed the part where he irritated her.

There were a few moments where he waited for what he expected to be a snippy and irritable reply, but he didn't really care about it. He knew he probably wouldn't see her again. If he did, it wouldn't be by his choice, even if he had found some sort of fun in a would-be dull afternoon wasted. He waited until he was in the hallway to pull his cell phone discreetly back out, and texted Erin back, 'free @ last!!!!' He sent it, and made a little smile.

Yukito is done here.

[GGJ5]

Silhouette St. James

Just let me get this over with as soon as possible, Silhouette thought several times throughout the hour or so she was stuck there. And she wasn''t too pleased with herself, either, with how she was letting this guy get to her. He was the kind that liked to make stupid comments to people just to get a reaction, the kind that got some kind of sadistic kick out of knocking people down a few notches.

Silhouette had never been very good at letting comments like that roll off her back. They were just like little needles of acupuncture being stuck in the wrong places, pinching nerves and striking sores.

And it made her want to get out of that room as fast as she could.

But she couldn't leave just yet. Snap.

"Been nice working with you, Shadow." He had this smug look on his face when he said it, like it really was some sort of messed-up fun for him to talk to her like he did. And she hated to do it, but Silhouette didn't have much of a choice.

She didn't respond to his obvious jibe, only pulled her binder to the crook of her arm and glanced at him. "Yeah." Get me out of here, please! She let that be her final word and turned down the hall, eager to get away from the attitude and oppressive air he and his know-it-all superiority complex gave off.

Never. Again.

Silhouette's left the room.[/b]

[The Phantom of Paris]

OOC: You just know it's gonna be awesome. BIC:

Shelby Wright

Prom was coming up in the next couple of weeks, and the entire school was buzzing with it. Already people in some of Shelby's classes with upperclassmen were excitedly chattering in the hallways about shopping and who was asking who and methods of asking someone, even who had already been asked, and posters advertising it had popped up around the school. Prom 2010 they read with varying degrees of calligraphy and decoration. Lost City of Atlantis. Cost: $30 for singles, $60 for couples. Prom committee members met with the AP English teacher, who was in charge of prom, almost daily to plan the thing, and a table to buy tickets had been set up in the cafeteria. It was just that time of year, Shelby supposed. She hadn't counted on anticipating prom. Generally, that was Cassie's domain. And since Shelby was still a sophomore for the next few weeks anyway, under ordinary circumstances she wouldn't even be allowed to go. Prom was for upperclassmen only--juniors and seniors. Underclassmen could only go if they were asked by a junior or senior.

But Preston was an upperclassman.

Which meant he was perfectly capable of asking her to prom, should he want to.

But did she want him to?

I have no idea.

"Earth to Shelby!" came a voice, and Shelby looked up to see Frankie staring at her. She turned from where she'd been gazing at the prom ticket table, returning to her lunch with a faked air of nonchalance. "Sorry. What?"

"I said, do you think he's gonna ask you?"

Shelby rolled her eyes jokingly, taking another forkful of her leftover pasta. "Please. I remember when we used to have worthwhile conversations, not ridiculous stuff like prom." She shot a smile at her friend. It hadn't taken much for Frankie to forgive the actions of the former Zombie Shelby, but she still felt like she had something to prove.

That girl was gone, and she hoped that she wouldn't be making a surprise visit anytime soon. Shelby wanted to prevent that at all costs.