Sometime after he'd woken up, Alex had meandered downstairs and gotten his table set up for selling prom tickets and prom court voting. It hadn't taken long and soon enough he was bored and really wishing he had a lackey that would go fetch him food and drink ( Read more... )

Bobby was making cookies. Well, Bobby was trying to make cookies. He'd never actually done it before. Mom didn't really approve of refined sugar or butter, and no one could say that cookies without sugar or butter were any good.

So Bobby had found a really handy recipe right on the back of a bag of chocolate chips, and baking was just like ( Read more... )

Ben had rambled something about cartoons and catchphrases back while they were heading towards Eros, and so Ender was trying to make a concerted effort to at least find out what he'd been talking about.

So: he was out here in the morning, eating cereal from a bowl. And looking increasingly more dubious about the reruns of We're Lyke Spies he was ( Read more... )

It was Alex's turn to sell tickets fort he upcoming Valentine's Day dance and flowers for the upcoming Valentine's Day holiday. He was just glad he didn't have to be completely surrounded by pink and red. He might have retched up his breakfast if that had happened ( Read more... )

By now, Alex had gotten used to there being pretty much no one in the damn dorms. It was quiet which meant he wasn't getting any surprising headaches. Instead, he was just alone with his own thoughts. To some, that may have been worse but Alex just didn't care right now. He hadn't heard from Aaron or Amber on Christmas and his phone call to his ( Read more... )

Rosalind had entertained the notion of going and visiting Jono at work today, truly she had. She had even made it outside and begun the pleasant walk to town when the bears had started offering her drinks ( Read more... )

Alex had wanted to hit the roof and have a few cigarettes but he'd immediately scrapped those plans when he'd looked outside and saw what was falling from the fucking sky. That was just disgusting. Of course, retreating to the common room meant he couldn't smoke which sucked (see how polite he was?) but he'd make due ( Read more... )

Alex was not wearing the Snuggie he'd woken up to this morning. Hell no. He was not an eighty year old woman or a hipster who thought it was cute or something. Everyone else could entertain him with their bad fashion sense ( Read more... )

It was a sleepy Quinn who got to the lobby and eyed the pastries on the coffee cart across the lobby from the Christmas tree with suspicion. Eventually, she selected an apple danish and prepared to pick at it while she texted back and forth with Brittany. Studying felt lame ( Read more... )

Sometime before heading to classes, Alex stuck up a piece of paper with the words STICKING AROUND FOR THANKSGIVING? SIGN UP HERE SO STUCO KNOWS! Underneath that bold lettering, the smaller words were:

Student Council invites all students staying on campus to join them for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner in the cafeteria this Thursday, November ( Read more... )