Her freshman year in high school, she had served as class president, was elected to the student council, was the work-horse of the homecoming dance committee, swam the anchor leg of the medley relay on the girl’s swim team, was a photographer for the yearbook, led the Earth Day litter clean-up, and made the cheer squad. Last winter, she had even volunteered to read newspapers to the elderly at a local rest home, despite Kim’s sarcastic assurance that she already had a lock on the Nobel Peace Prize without more high-profile altruism.
Heather was about as tall as Mandy and a bit shorter than Kim. Her appearance was as conservative as adults would expect for a serious, intelligent young lady. The outsized lenses of her designer eyeglasses magnified glints of light that played in her brown eyes and gave her an owlish look that perfectly complemented her intellectual demeanor.