The thing she hated about attending classes (well, that she'd discovered she hated about attending classes because this was really the first time she'd had a situation like this pop up) was that even after a horrible morning, she was still expected to attend. She couldn't fail to show up, of course, since she had no idea how close of an eye her ( Read more... )

Fiona had her class today, of course, but for the moment she was working on looking through her things to see what she'd forgotten, what she hadn't remembered to pack. Never having gone anywhere (and, honestly, being deeply frustrated while doing it), she'd mostly grabbed and stuffed ( Read more... )