Gwynn was a little bit mopey and was therefore sort of hiding hanging out in her room. She had picked up her yearbook, but had yet to open it. Too many people had left in the last week and she wasn't ready to look at photos of people who she cared about but that were no longer there. There were quite a few of them ( Read more... )

Gwynn was sitting by the Squirrel fire pit staring into the dead ashes. The weekend had been weird with the not being able to talk at all. However, when she had woken up on Monday she had been able to talk again ( Read more... )