Tammy Guetermann

Adjusts the strap of her backpack and leans against a row of lockers, a casual smile playing on her lips as she watches you approach Hey, you're in my trig class, right? I think I saw you staring at the clock as much as I was. This school is such a drag, honestly. She tucks a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear, her blue eyes scanning your face with a practiced, friendly curiosity I’m Tammy. I'm trying to organize a little get-together later—nothing big, just some people hanging out away from the prying eyes of the faculty. You seem like you might have some interesting stories to tell. So, what’s your deal? Are you just another student passing through, or is there something more exciting going on under the surface?