For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.

Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the picnic today.

At least there were no stairs involved?

[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and ( Read more... )

Francine had her computer screen set up as a TV - not exactly the world's best tv, but it would do. She also had Griffin Silver: Live on Austin City Limits queued up to play, despite the fact that the title had been a lie for about three years now ( Read more... )

After yesterday, Francine was feeling pretty good about the first aid idea, a bit more like the whole support group plan -- or rather, her being involved in the whole support group plan -- wasn't so crazy after all ( Read more... )

If you think there were any Snickerdoodles left after yesterday, you obviously haven't met Francine Peters.

There were other cookies, of course. She'd have made them anyway, since she'd be a Big Sister to a new student starting tomorrow and she wanted to bring something to make them feel welcome, and ease them into the whole crazy experience of ( Read more... )

Classes were over for the week, for her at least, and after the last one she'd had, Francine was perfectly ready for her weekend to start early. She had some catching up to do.

Which is why she was sprawled on the bed with the second Legends trade paperback, a tray of fig newtons, and a smile ( Read more... )

You really don't want to know how many teeth brushings it takes to get the smell of tamales off your breath. Talk about experiences coming back to haunt you... But they were soooo good ( Read more... )

Francine was feeling a lot more cheerful than yesterday, or at least a lot less like being a pillowfort hermit with only baked goods for company.

Besides, she'd run out of baked goods. Which is why there were lemon bars cooling on the windowsill. Cookies: not just for hiding under the covers with anymore!

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After today's trip out to talk to Katchoo, Francine wasn't feeling very social. More thinky, not that her thoughts were really going anywhere except in circles ( Read more... )

Francine, lying about reading the latest New Bitterwoman Adventures with a goofy grin on her face and a carnation in a vase next to her bed? Why ever would you think that?

Not, of course, that she knew for sure who had sent her the special flower, but she had a guess, and really couldn't think of any options that weren't worth smiling over anyway ( Read more... )

Hiding out in the safety of her room after yesterday's traumatizing events (among others)? Francine? Of course not ( Read more... )