Wynter entered the drama studio, just in time to see Piper spill a tear. The girl looked absolutely miserable, a feeling Wynter understood quite well. She didn't know what was wrong with the pink-haired cheerleader, but she felt bad for her; Piper was probably the only one who'd never given Wynter looks, so for some odd reason, Wynter's compassion overruled her sense of self-preservation. She didn't really help cheerleaders... ever, but something about Piper was different. She sighed, and walked over to the girl, "hey.. Piper, right?" she said gently, "what's wrong? anything I can do?" As soon as she said it, she could've slapped herself. That comment had several windows of opportunity for bullying... "Anything I can do?" she mocked herself in her head. God, she could only hope Piper wouldn't take advantage of it.
She'd only just gotten away from her own personal pain in the ass, and only because the guy had to go to gym... football practice she supposed. Last year she'd had several classes with the guy, and it had been hell. She could only hope she didn't have any, or at least only a few this time around. When did life get so damn complicated? She asked herself, but she already knew the answer... When mom left.... She glanced a Mrs. Hunt who looked great, as usual. She was the kind of woman who wore herself perfectly. Wynter hoped she'd feel confident enough for that some day... hoped she'd get her life properly back on track. No more taking her clothes off for money, or getting drinks in her hair... no more only powernapping when she found the time... just bliss. A life without this many worries. She couldn't wait to turn 18, so she could become Summer's legal guardian. That, at least, would eliminate the worry that someone would come take them both away.