It was a nice warm Sunday afternoon, and Will was still sprawling out on her bed, racing towards the last couple hundred pages of the Barry Plodder book. She'd managed to avoid most of the internet spoilers over the past week, and was eager to see how the whole thing ended ( Read more... )

After finishing up her Superhero class and talking to Captain Liberty, Will headed back into the preserve, still in her Guardian form. There was a herd of deer in there holding one of her friends captive, and she was going to rescue him no matter what, regardless of whether or not she'd picked up a deer fighting permit from the mayor. Nobody ( Read more... )

After she'd finished up her homework for, Will took the opportunity to throw a CD in her diskman and sprawl out on her bed. Last week had been weirder than usual. On Monday, she'd gotten a grammar book on Monday from a very young looking Santa Claus. On Wednesday, she'd been drafted by Valentine into being the writer for some movie about a flaming ( Read more... )

One of the problems in having a birthday so soon after Christmas was that it tended to be kind of a let down, since most people were still partied out from the month before. So far, Will had gotten a couple of cards from distant relatives (but unsurprisingly, none from her Dad) and a package that her Mom had sent home with her over the holiday ( Read more... )