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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Heard County High School - Cafeteria
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Tiffany gathered her own fair share of the workload, though she had never been a waitress like the other girl claimed. It was surprising what skills you picked up in your lifetime and how useful they would be later on down the road. She wondered if she would ever use her lawyer skills. Surely there was no courtroom anymore. It made her feel like she wasted her time. Something practical, like a nurse, a fire fighter, a police officer, or even a teacher had their benefits in the apocolypse. Not a lawyer though.

She followed the others, hopeful that Ray would be feeling better soon. She worried that the French man, the one she had a bad feeling about, didn't do anything to him. He rubbed her the wrong way and she barely spoke to the man.