[center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/d45d6967067a97a4a130c2620d9c3270/tumblr_n58t6uE4531tq4of6o1_500.gif[/img]
Location: Outside the School ---> Inside the Gym[/center][hr][hr]For the first time in her life, Tuesday was late to high school. 

Her credit cards for the flight had been declined, as they had finally been maxed out. She considered selling her degree, but in the end, she had to settle for selling what remained of her stash of cocaine. Of course, before doing that, she had to honor it, to remember it, to properly say goodbye. As of such, Tuesday had spent the morning high, laughing too hard at Spongebob and the Fairly Odd Parents and the other shows she recalled from her childhood. 

Once she had sobered up a bit, she sold what was left, and managed to get a stand-by spot on a flight to Indiana. She had been stuck between a screaming man and a [i]way[/i] too chubby woman. Together, they served to make her headaches and urges only worse, as she wanted nothing more than to smoke a joint. It was hard for her to even recall why she thought going to the reunion was a good idea. Everyone there would know that Chloe Ridgeway, one of the smartest girls in school, was a felon. 

She'd be lucky if they didn't try to throw her out for their own protection. 

After her plan landed, the next issue was the matter of the taxi. She had spent all of her cash on the plane flight, broke, and unable to afford anything else, unless she wanted to sell her ticket back to California. So Tuesday did what any sensible, former criminal, would do. 

She hitchhiked, doing slight "favors" and "rewards" for anyone who could get her closer to Grimm. By the time the last driver let her out in front of the school, she couldn't help but laugh, wondering what her uptight parents would say. They had loved her far more than they loved Riley--and yet, she was the fuck up. She was the one who served time, while Riley was an international success. Her sister's fame had proved helpful in prison. Whenever she was in a tight spot, she'd promise to get the other inmates VIP passes to one of Riley's concerts.

They didn't know that Tuesday and her sister hardly talked.

Opening the doors to the main gym, Tuesday tried to shake off the labels society had smacked on her as she entered. Remembering how it was to be one of the brightest people in the school, Tuesday walked in confidently, smoothing the cardigan she had purchased at Goodwill for two dollars. Glancing around, Tuesday frowned a bit. 

[i]This isn't what these things are supposed to look like...[/i] She grimaced, remembering the last thing that had failed to live up to expectations: the night of prom. She joined the group that had gathered around Jacob, hearing what sounded like a temper tantrum. 

[color=ff6600]"What, has someone else died?"[/color] Tuesday joked, completely clueless, looking at the grim faces, and catching a bit of Jacob recounting an alibi. [color=ff6600]"Come on, that's [i]so[/i] ten years ago..."[/color]