Homecoming day was finally at hand, and Roanna couldn't have really cared less. She wasn't so much into school spirit as some of the other students were, nor did she really care too much about the school's football team and it's rivalry. And yet here she was, sitting in the cold metal stands at the homecoming game bundled up in a puffy white coat and hands shoved as far into the pockets as possible in hopes to keep them warm. As a design flaw, in Roanna's opinion, the coat had no hood so she had a generic black beenie over the top of her head and over her ears, practically covering all of her short brown hair and with her chin burried in the top of the coat, all that could really be seen of the sixteen year old was her soft brown eyes.She should have probably been watching the game more intently, but football was one of those sports she just couldn't follow, not to mention she was sitting with three of her friends from school who were much too busy talking amongst each other rather than watching the game as well. Roanna was only half listening to the latest story of the head cheerleader getting expelled for arriving to school that day intoxicated, instead her eyes were scanning the stands aimlessly until they found a particular person that made her heart flutter each time she laid eyes on him.

Senior Caleb Fitzroy wasn't sitting too far away from her small group, and he looked just as bored as she was. Cal was that single crush Roanna had since Freshman year and he probably knew it; her friends weren't exactly the most discreet when it came to crushes anytime they were around. Even though he was a year older than her, Roanna tested higher than normal in her academics and thustly was put into advanced classes with the likes of him. It was then that she realized  just how smart he was, and not to mention good looking. She knew she  could probably never date him, from what she knew about his personality they were just too different...but that still didn't keep her from  wondering what kissing on him would be like. Then again there was that new boy Thomas who had been assigned as her Chemistry partner. Roanna had never felt that she was short until she stood next to him. At over six feet the southerner towered over her making her feel considerably dwarfed, and her slight complex about her scrawny frame seemed to scratch at the surface once again. He was remarkably good looking as well, and his accent was just down-right adorable. He should be around here somewhere...

"ROANNA!" Roanna felt a painful jab to her ribs, snapping her out of her thought process in an instant and noticed that her smallest friend, Caitlin, who stood at a tiny 4 feet 9 inches, had been the one that had jabbed her. The small group of friends all laughed at her when her mind finally came back down to earth. "The it's halftime, and now the dance team is taking the field." Caitlin informed her friend.Roanna sat up a little straighter as she looked back to the field and saw that a rather large group of students were indeed taking over as people got up to leave. Despite them all being dressed in matching black under-armor tops, black sweatpants and cheap white Jabbawockee masks, Roanna could immediately pick out her best friend Stephanie who was towards the front. She had to laugh a bit, sure the school had cheerleaders in their skimpy little outfits, but they just looked like elementary students in comparison to talent when the dance team started their routine.

"I'll be right back." Roanna said getting up from the stands and waved to her small group of friends as she headed towards the football field. It was quite the effort on her part; weaving through mass amounts of students hurrying to the concession stands or bathroom. By the time she got to the edge of the field the dance team had finished their routine and was filing off the field."Steph!" Roanna called out after spotting the blonde. Stephanie met up with Roanna quickly and took off the white plastic mask, handing it to Roanna to hold for her. Things had been a bit different between the two friends as of late. After last years yearbook incident lots of harmful things were said, secrets were spilled and an eight year-old friendship was nearly over. But Roanna refused to give up that easily, she would never give up on Stephanie. The two made small-talk as they casually walked around the campus, not feeling so much to join their friends back up in the stands. 

"You still don't have a date for the dance tonight?" Stephanie asked, practically in shock. "I can give you one of mine." She offered. Roanna just shook her head.

"I don't have a date because I don't want one, you know I have two left feet." Roanna replied and to change the subject, she snapped the white jabbowocky mask on her face and did a half-assed attempt at the dance routine that Stephanie had done on the field, and it was just plain awful. The blonde burst out into laughter.

"Okay okay, I get your point. Your horrible." Stephanie giggled.