Bug off, Professor. I know you’ve found my diary before. I don’t write it so you can read it. How would you like me reading one of your diaries? And I’ve seen them around, you know, no use hiding them from me ( Read more... )

Sound comes first. Then the blue box. A girl climbs out of it and sits on a rock, huffing slightly. “Are we stopping again, Professor?” She pulls her coat off and sets it in her lap ( Read more... )