[Heather's demeanor changes almost immediately at the question. Her mouth quirks to one side and she turns her head away as she scuffs her heel against the ground with a scrape.]
.... Nnnnot exactly.
I just sorta... quit after high school.
[If her father had been alive... she'd probably have been able to scrape enough last-minute good grades together to get accepted SOMEWHERE. But after everything... she'd spent that last year of high school just forcing herself not to walk out and never look back.]
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.... Nnnnot exactly.
I just sorta... quit after high school.
[If her father had been alive... she'd probably have been able to scrape enough last-minute good grades together to get accepted SOMEWHERE. But after everything... she'd spent that last year of high school just forcing herself not to walk out and never look back.]