She was leaving. This was it. Two years of school here, cheerleading, school assemblies, awesome field trips, incredible friends. This was it. It was all over for her here at Fandom and it was time to leave.

Excited as she was to leave, she was also feeling the sadness creep up on her and cling a bit. Her room was empty. Her backpack was ready to go ( Read more... )

Annette and A.J. were leaving tomorrow which meant Annette had to finish up with her packing and getting things in order. She was sad to be leaving, but anxious and excited about her upcoming adventure. Lucky for her she convinced her parents. How she conviced them need not be discussed. Ever. Hopefully A.J. wouldn't ask.

...and wow, was her room ( Read more... )

So, Annette knew her parents were here. She was just taking a few extra minutes to... prepare herself.

She looked pretty, she thought. Dressed nicely to impress in a skirt, blouse, and heels. It totally unnerved her that they were here. Talking on the phone was one thing, having them here for her to have to answer to directly, was another. She ( Read more... )

Annette was packing. And she had tons of stuff to pack. Mostly she was carefully putting her things into boxes and she would let her parents take them back with them after graduation. But everything coming down off her walls and shelves, well, it was a touch sad. Two school terms here had her accumulating a lot of stuff, probably more than she ever ( Read more... )

Not having any reason to leave her room, Annette was pensive, lost in her own thoughts as she lay on her bed, TV on but ignored.

It was difficult meeting a child that another you had, and having to say goodbye. It was even more difficult knowing who that child was with. She was trying not to think about it. She wasn't sure what he thought.

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Annette and Aimee both walked  into her room, giggling, and being such...girls. They had spent the day handwavily shopping (Annette having picked up Aimee from the diner) and then after dropping off their packages, Annette took her daughter to Caritas.

Yeah, probably not the best place to take your kid, but Anders fixed Aimee a Shirley Temple and ( Read more... )

Tucking her daughter into the extra bed in her room, Annette sat at her bedside and read her a story. It was from Vogue magazine but it was the best she could offer the sleepy little girl. Besides, she was asleep before she got half-way through the article, and Annette just smiled, staring down at her before she made sure the covers were tucked up ( Read more... )

It had been a late night, a wonderful late night, and Annette was content to lay curled up and warm and sleep in as late as she wanted, especially with A.J.  Maybe she could talk him into just laying around all day and watching movies and munching on snacks. No need to get up, really. He worked tomorrow; today, hopefully he was free.

Just now ( Read more... )

For some reason, Annette was nervous. She's been to plenty of dances; fancy, casual, everything in between. But tonight was different. She felt like she was sixteen again, getting ready for her first date. She kept checking her hair, her gown, her nails; made sure she had just enough lip gloss on, and just a touch of perfume. She was ready, more ( Read more... )

"...why can't you come home now?"

"The prom is tonight mom," Annette explained to her mom. For the tenth time.

"But you don't have a boyfriend anymore."

She rolled her eyes. "But I do have a date."

Click. "Annette? It's your father. Who is this date?"

"A.J."

"What kind of name is that? What does A stand for? What does J stand for? Who is this?"

"Daddy,  ( Read more... )