God, this week was exhausting already, and it was still only Monday. The weekend could probably be blamed for most of that.

It was really kind of a feat that Angela made it back to her room after art club with both Kendal and enough pizza for a... somewhat decent dinner (you didn't think she was going to be doing any cooking, right?) without ( Read more... )

As it turned out, Angela was a morning person at age six ( Read more... )

Angela wasn't hiding. Not as such. It just wasn't in her nature. She had however decided that retreating to her room for the remainder of today might be a wise move.

By and large, Angela said just what was going through her head anyway. But even she had some limits, and today she was rapidly steamrollering straight over them.

Between class, and ( Read more... )

Angela was largely oblivious to the phone madness going around. Her one messsage from Hannibal was easy enough to return. Not that she knew why he'd bother calling her about that, when they lived together ( Read more... )

The last few days had really been exceptionally busy for Angela... No, make that the last week at least. It felt that way, anyway ( Read more... )

After stopping in to a couple of doors down, Angela made her way back to her own new room, only to drop the bags she was still holding, and flop down on her bed. Felt like she'd barely had time to stop still since arriving.

( So, this place was weird. That much she had come to realize. )