Hayley wasn't one who often got letters, especially not ones in big official looking envelopes. After looking at it quizzically for a moment, she opened it and started reading ( Read more... )

Hayley was getting her head back on straight. There was the whole problem of figuring out what to do after graduation, but for now she was focusing on just looking at her real possibilities. Career paths, if you will ( Read more... )

Hayley was still a bit subdued, definitely not her normal bouncy self. Even the movie at the support group hadn't cheered her up too much.

Which was why she was back to sulking in her bed, the door to the room half open. This time, however, it was the music of David Bowie that played.

She'd found a new obsession, there.

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Hayley was actually a little relieved her roommate was out. She wasn't ready for that conversation. She'd left the door of her room half-open, so anyone walking by would hear the crooning of Elvis Presley. Meanwhile the girl herself was laying on her bed with an ice pack on her eye and her covers pulled up to her neck ( Read more... )

When Harleen Quinzell woke up that morning in a strange bed, in a strange room, she was not disturbed at all. Hell, she was just glad she wasn't in Arkham. She scowered the nearby closet and found an outfit not dissimilar to what she'd worn that night her beloved Mister J had almost taken down the Batman ( Read more... )

Hayley was lying down on her bed, listening to an Elvis CD. She needed to rest after all the energy she'd spent bouncing around the picnic yesterday. She was just sure her new roommate would be ever-so-much fun. Even if she seemed a little... rough. But Hayley had a much better first impression of Dru than she'd had of Beka. But then again, Hayley ( Read more... )

Hayley was lying on her bed, reaching up to the bare wall where all her pictures used to be.

She hummed a little tune to herself, Heartbreak Hotel. Life had definitely gotten more complicated since the weekend. Or, at least, the complications had become more visible ( Read more... )

Hayley hadn't expected a visitor, let alone Roy Harper. The words he'd said stung in her head. Bianca wasn't a killer... but she was. She couldn't reconcile what he'd said with what she believed, and yet she couldn't shake off his words, either ( Read more... )

Hayley really needed new clothes, she decided. She'd been just wearing her old school uniform, since... it made up most of her wardrobe. But white blouses and long black skirts only went so far. Especially when she was about to go out with a boy. Sure, it wasn't really a date or anything, but... it seemed like she should be dressing nicer ( Read more... )