Backdated to August 1st

[first_pink_lady]

By golly, she was nineteen.  Nineteen and on a tropical hunk of rock in the middle of the ocean.  Then again, it wasn't all that grim- nIneteen wasn't that landmark of an age, anyway, and the island wasn't so bad when she wasn't playing fetus-babysitter or stuck in a month-long monsoon.

If she'd been home, they would have graduated by now - most

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[scotsfriction]

Amy had never been the sort to judge people by their habits. Her own were strange enough to limit her circle of close friends growing up and her tendency to go for a laugh first and foremost had kept them easily at bay. It wasn't personal, it was simply easier to laugh and play up being the joke than worry what others truly thought.

Stepping outside the Compound, she pushed her sunglasses onto her face looking about before starting down the steps. This weather was gorgeous and no one looked twice at her or gossiped about the length (or lack thereof) of her skirts. Ever.

"Pardon me," she said, stepping around the girl as she stepped onto the ground turning slightly to give an appreciative nod at the girl's outfit. "Nice skirt."

[scotsfriction]

Bluntness didn't really phase Amy. She preferred people who were straightforward with their words, no matter what was being said. Of course, she could admire tact when it was used but most of the time she hadn't the faintest notion of what to do with it.

"Yeah, I suppose. I was told once that it was like a fairy tale, but I like the pin-up part better. I haven't the stomach for fairytales, but Rizzo. That's cool."

[first_pink_lady]

"Last name fits better than my first." She said simply, but at least it wasn't a nickname. While it was the most normal thing in the world at Rydell, people around here didn't seem to have the same moxie for it.