Emma was awoken this morning by other people's thoughts.

This, in and of itself, wasn't unusual. Emma was usually woken at least two or three times a night by leakage from the rest of the dorm; bad dreams, loud 'activities', unholy perky people, that sort of thing.

But this was loud. It wasn't just one or two people bouncing around like ( Read more... )

After her spa trip the other day, Emma had come home to find a large envelope with her name on it, and Hank's clumsy printing on the outside.

Now she sat at her desk, considering the contents and accompanying note with an evil little grin on her face.

party is monday. send this back to me fast so it can go where its supposed to go. bee ( Read more... )

Emma loved Thursdays, mostly because she never had any classes. It was her own little weekend mid-week, where she could get anything she wanted done.

For some reason, though, she just kept dozing off. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately, true, but that didn't explain the odd dreams she'd been having lately; snippets of conversations with people ( Read more... )