there goes heather again, late as usual and never checking invitations if there were any specific dress codes. wearing a black dress her mother made for her made her look like she was either going to sing in a choir or look like a doll. well, most of her wardrobe consisted of clothes that fit dolls thanks to her mother's follies. she just hoped cass wouldn't go saying how childish she looked.

then again, she's quite used to the insults. clutching her camera bag-the second thing she bought along with her next to her grandmother's brownies, she took ma deep breath and wondered: Where is cass?

"uhm? hello?" she asked upon entering the room with a tiny little voice she had. "Cass? anyone?" even though a year has passed, she still remained very, very shy.