Tracy + Open
Generally, Tracy was one of the first to make an appearance at social events -- believing that being late only translated into an uncaring personality. Whether she was particularly enthused or not, someone had taken the time to plan accordingly and it was the least she or anyone else could do to be supportive. This train of thought, however, wasn't shared by many of her peers. Although, she doubted it was shared by the world either. Humankind was a very selfish and self-serving lot!
Tracy was a little shaken by the nightmarish turn of Halloween night, and her heart broke for the Hales. Her father was still out of town, but agreed to the usage of the credit card to purchase flowers for the surviving members and any other aid his daughter was intent on providing. He called or texted nearly every twenty minutes, which was more of a comfort than an annoyance -- and had agreed to letting a friend or three stay over. The house was suddenly, a bit too big to leave her in. Funny, couldn't that been a concern prior to the fire?
Outwardly, Tracy seemed her usual smiling self. Greeting friends or classmates, and trying to be friendly with their rivals. Beneath the surface she was all nerves and heartache. At least she was dressed comfortably, if not a little more feminine -- a Lydia approved outfit anyway! Added points for showing some school spirit with a usage of maroon.