[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 22[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 10:29 AM | Santa Celia General Hospital[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney hadn't given too much thought about what she would do. Perhaps photojournalism was in her future? She wanted to take pictures and earn a living doing so, she didn't give too much thought on the particulars. [color=A5E0B9]"I'm not too sure. I want to own my own studio, perhaps do landscape photos or whatever I'm hired to do. I don't really want to be a wedding photographer or fashion. Perhaps I could do some photojournalism while I build up my resume."[/color]

Soon the train stopped and they began exiting. Aiden mentioned what other plans she had and she wasn't sure. She wasn't going to party anytime soon, that was for damn sure. Perhaps she could go with them to get her books and supplies. The two seemed nice enough and having friends may make things less awkward. Surely word had gotten out about the party. She didn't want that kind of attention on her just as she was starting school.

Before she could speak, she noticed the looks the people around her gave them. Chester mentioned the boy that Aiden punched (a fact she still wished he hadn't done) and she could already tell the boy was trouble. [color=A5E0B9]"Dealt with my fair share of kids like him. Like to think everyone is beneath them just because mommy and daddy foot the bill. Sooner or later they get a nice dose of reality. Doesn't seem like that will happen anytime soon."[/color] As far as she was concerned, the boy must be targeting Aiden, since they fought, but she couldn't help but notice the venom the people stared at her with too. What had she done? She tried to stop the fighting.

Her question was answered when Chester brought it up. It wasn't their fault, but of course, the group that caused it would be part of the wealthy elite. So their names would be dragged through the mud for it. This was not the way she wanted to start things off. Before she knew it, some girl ran up to them, lashing out at Aiden. She claimed her boyfriend was there and was killed because of him. Before she could speak, the girl wound up for a slap.

She heard the crackle. She felt the pulse. The girl darted back holding her arm. Whitney looked just as shocked, but soon a crowd started forming. They were being cornered. She felt her breath getting heavy. She didn't like this attention. This conflict. Her vision was getting a little fuzzy.

Aiden shouted for them to get back and another pulse reverberated, sending the crowd stumbling back a bit. Aiden yelled for her to get on. She got on as instructed as Aiden raced Chester's wheelchair. Soon, they were away from the crowd. She took a few more deep breaths before she got off again. What the hell happened?

[color=A5E0B9]"What do you mean? What the hell was that Aiden? You..pushed those people back. I felt the static. It was like you conducted electricity. Just...what..."[/color] She gripped her wrist and controlled her breathing, but she could feel the anxiety building up. [color=A5E0B9]"I need...to sit..down..."[/color]