He was most certainly right about that! ... Well, mostly, anyway. Heather liked jewelry just as much as most girls would, but this was about the only piece that had any real meaning to her. It looked like a plain, pearly-white little ball with a gold latch. She tucked it away under her vest before taking Zack's hand.

Her own grip was... actually one of those infamous teenager grips that's trying to prove a point. If, you know, points could just be prove by squeezing stupidly tight. But chances of that actually being painful through those gloves were slim.

"Zack. That's gotta be one of the first normal names I've heard here." The rest were all weird, like 'Roxas' or 'Kazooie'... "Did you get here about a week ago too?"