Lindsay had been home for a few days now. It all started with a phone call from her mother just checking up on her daughter. Lindsay noticed something in her mother's voice, something somewhat stressful. When she told her there was nothing to worry about, Lindsay didn't quite believe her. She figured something bad was happening with the store. So ( Read more... )

Lindsay had gone home for a few days. She was on break from workshops, so she knew it was a good time for a trip home. She missed her friends and, though she would not admit it, her family ( Read more... )

Lindsay had gone home for the holiday. She promised her parents she would, after all. Thanksgiving itself had been pretty uneventful. She spent the day with her mother's side of the family just like every Thanksgiving. It was kind of boring, but pretty much business as usual ( Read more... )

Lindsay was packing a few more things to take with her back to Fandom, mostly books and clothing she'd need for the winter months since she'd be staying for the school year. It was hard to tell her parents, and they reacted how she thought they would. They were confused and sad. After enough explanation about how being there has helped her deal ( Read more... )

Lindsay had been home a day already, and it almost seemed as though she had never left. She was surprised at how happy her parents were to see her. She didn't think think they'd ever forgive her for skipping the academic summit at University of Michigan to follow the Dead. Perhaps being separated from her for the summer made them realize how much ( Read more... )

Lindsay Weir looked around her bedroom. She considered taking her Journey poster down and replacing it with a Grateful Dead poster. Or maybe they could both take up wall space. Maybe she'd re-arrange her room completely. She'd have plenty of time since she was grounded forever. Or at least the entire summer. To a teenager, that was a lifetime.

( All she wanted to do was get away from this town. )