Parker listened to the Radio with dread... and then some relief. She didn't know whether to be glad or sad that Michael being expelled was not all over the Radio. Especially with how some of it came about. Principal Bristow might not have approved.

And her actions with Jarod at Caritas didn't make the Radio either.

But then, neither did where ( Read more... )

[encrypted, encoded, blah blah etc. Are you a Belgian shrink? I think not!]

TO: s.levert@thecentre.com
FROM: mparker@fandomhigh.com
DATE: 120605

Dear Sydney,

( My life is sucking. How's yours? )

Parker was laughing as she led Michael back to her room. "Sam let me have these... I think you're going to *like* them." She chortled. "No peeking! Eyes closed!"

Parker wakes up early, and takes a couple minutes to study a sleeping Michael before she gets out of bed. Tip-toeing around, she takes a shower, gets dressed, and grabs her purse before she leaves him a note:

Michael ( Read more... )

Email sent from Parker's terminal, encrypted, locked, marked "urgent."

( Dear Michael, )

She'd had the feeling all night, that nagging feeling that someone was looking through her things, so she spread them all out on the bed. She found a bug someone planted on her at some point, but in this school, it was going to be impossible to figure out who. She dropped it in a glass of water, and glared at it. When the phone rang, she sighed ( Read more... )

*headdesk*

Finally got my damn schedule straightened out. Dropping Asiatic Languages, adding Languages of Europe. Professor Dream pointed out that I needed time in class to actually *speak* the languages, so... He creeps me out too much to go to Principal Connor and protest about it ( Read more... )