Heather Morris was 17 and a senior in high school. She had dark brown hair that she worked very hard to straighten in the morning. Her parents had certain expectations of her... that she would get good grades, date nice boys, go to college, look nice. She had grown up in the exclusive Windsor Heights section of town. That was if any part of this town could be exclusive. The houses were big and all of the them had gotten cars for their 16th birthdays. Her parents were college educated and if they wanted a drink they drove to the nearby city to have one. It would have never occurred to them to stop by the bar on the way into town.
But Heather liked her friends that didn't live in Windsor Heights better. She liked to hang out at their homes while their parents worked. To smoke cigarettes in their living rooms. It was like breaking the rules but not breaking the rules. She felt so much pressure to succeed...that people like Kaylee didn't seem to experience. Like there was a peace that came with knowing you would never leave this town. It was not at Heather wanted to stay here forever, she had dreams that would take her far beyond the town line. But the pressure her parents put on her to leave was crushing most days. If this was such a bad place to be then why did they move here?