[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/cheerscript-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191205/709ed30e27d9b8c461a22d821d0943a8.png[/img][/url] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8vhsxMfpg1r9c0wt.gif[/img][/center] [hr] [indent][indent][color=darkgray] It was so hard to maintain her composure. Not in the face of all the ignorant people that were laid out in front of her. No, it was in the face that knew her all too well. As Melissa tried to figure out what exactly she had to do in relation to her school-bound duties and exactly what she had to do in relation to the people who just knew how they needed to act, she was torn like Natalie Imbruglia. And it was really hard in the face of people that didn't deserve it. And yet, there would be a savior... [color=CB8DEB][i]”You look fine as hell today, Queen. You get bored of ruling with an iron fist, you know where imma be at girl”[/i][/color] She knew indeed. She gave a soft bite as DeShawn passed by, knowing that he would know the kind of effect that a simple brush against the thigh would have on the head cheerleader. It was a look as if to say how game she was for a follow-up investigation of their particular experiences the night. [color=CE0F3D][i]Deeee... just you wait, boy. Once I get done with this bullshit... we'll figure something else out.[/i][/color] People were dispersing in front of her, which made her job so much easier, so Melissa was free to roam a bit. However, her desire to end this necessary tour business led her to the area of the name tags. [color=CE0F3D]"Hello! Anyone looking for Melissa, please, look no further! I am here to help guide you if needed!"[/color] [/color][/indent][/indent]