Fiona Post, age 16 now, dropped her bag on her bed and started looking for her kitten ( Read more... )

Fiona was playing with her kitten.

It was funny. She'd spent most of her life hating her assignments and wanting to go out and do things and recently she'd just... started assigning her own. She'd made herself write a book report on metafor War of the Worlds and she'd written up three different essays on Prometheus and his impact on society. ( Read more... )

Fiona was glad that class had gone as well as it had, both of them really. While she wasn't thrilled with what Drake had told her, he hadn't given her detention and he didn't seem angry. More... amused than anything ( Read more... )

Fiona didn't have much to do on Mondays but be confused by her class (her thankfully finished class) which was why, of course, she ended up calling her brother. It took a few tries before he picked up, at which point the growly, grumpy mutter of Eliot's voice started in with--

"Not everyone has such a light course load as you, you know."

( Wherein Fiona talks to Eliot again. )

Fiona might have been told not to act the hostess with Griff coming over, even if it was just down the hall, but that didn't mean that his words could reverse the way she'd been raised. Cee had taught her well and Gr--Mother had made sure they knew what was appropriate for hosting, so while she didn't have any food out, the room itself was spic ( Read more... )