"I'll have you know I'm skipping class for this," Anemone announced as she plopped down on the ground, settling herself to look out over the ocean as Gulliver investigated the waves. "I'm staying. At school, I mean. Which you probably figured out because it's November and I'm still here, instead of leaving back in August, but whatever."

( Then I made the mistake of asking how you talk to dead people, and that opened up a whole new fight. )

Anemone wasn't waiting any longer.

She wasn't going to sit around on that stupid island, with all the stupid happy people getting ready for their stupid holiday.  She wanted out.  Out out out out out.

Which had translated to Anemone grabbing her overnight bag, picking up a disgruntled Gulliver, and walking down the Causeway until she reached the ( Read more... )

After the memorial service for Bart, Anemone returned to her room and flopped on the bed, feeling completely numb.  All she wanted to do was sleep, hopefully to wake up and discover this was all just another one of her nightmares.

Yeah, right.

Sighing, she reached for her phone.  As much as she'd rather just hide under the blankets, the fact remained ( Read more... )

Anemone lay on her bed, flipping through old issues of Ray-Out and feeding bits of fruit to Gulliver.  She was trying to get inspired to write a letter home, but quite frankly couldn't really think of anything she wanted to tell anyone.

"Dear Jurgens, hated Ethics, hate the fact you dropped me 10,000 years in the past without warning, and hated ( Read more... )