Nadia stretched out on her bed and started ( drawing )

Nadia pulled out her notebook again and ( started drawing )

Nadia pulled out her journal and propped it on her lap, looking over the notes she'd written a few days before. Okay, so it had been a dumb idea.

Didn't warrant a crepe in the lap.

She turned the page and pulled out her pen.

( cut for stick figure link drop! )

What was the best way to top off the worst week ever?

How about pissing off one of your best friends and ending up with a crepe in your lap?

And then rampaging through your room, possibly almost breaking your foot, and screaming on the roof?

No, that wasn't enough. Not at all. You had to get into another argument with said friend and then not ( Read more... )

Nadia stumbled back up to her room, her face scratched, her hair sticking out in every direction, fabric softener coating one of her shoulders. She had her mallet clutched in one hand, and a clean, albeit wrinkled and somewhat linty piece of clothing clutched in the other.

She fought the laundry machines and the laundry machines wonAnd her door ( Read more... )

Nadia had the following pages marked in her yearbook.

Jack's birthday party
the Morality bot
The day the dangershop went crazy
Haiku day!
The School Play
The Anti-Emo Tea Party
Prom!
Wee!Tiny Weekend

She also has the pages for Shop and Foreign Lit marked off. But not Chemistry. She'd like to forget Chemistry, really.

Nadia was getting tired after all the running and eating sugar she'd done all day, so she decided to play on the computer for a little while and send her father another email.

( Dear Dad [omg, link drop!] )

Nadia was sleeping very, very late. Being emo was exhausting. Being really cheerful and silly to help counteract the emo of others was even more exhausting, at times, though a great deal more fun than being emo ( Read more... )

Operation Don't Be Emo had been a success. Nadia had had a very good day. Everything from flinging pumpkins in shop to getting into a food fight with Veronica to shoplifting at All and Sundries, and especially the tea party had been great fun.

Not even the crayon could ruin things for her ( Read more... )

Nadia stumbled into her room again. It had been another fun day, what with the spice racks in shop and the playing guitar on the beach and the animal balancing and allHer hand ached, and her neck was slightly stiff from holding it still this evening, so she flopped over onto her bed again ( Read more... )