Whilst you had been bunked with the rest of your teammates; you had sorted out a sleeping plan, where you and Heather slept on the same pair of bunk beds.

So that morning, when you all woke up she asked for you to do her hair; seemingly because she had taken some sort of liking to you.. maybe?

“Ugh, I can’t believe that emo goth freak, who does she think she is?”

Heather complained, angrily ranting as you brushed out her pin straight hair for her.