Gooseberry High

ORIONID METEORS!!!!! OUTSIDE!!! IN A FEW HOURS!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY TO SEE THEM!!!!

[Casper]

Hey, what do you think about playing the drums at the dance with us?

[Holy Rosi + Casper; posted at a more reasonable hour]

Casper's in for the dance. When's the next practice?

Okay, let's get this shit out of the way before I start. Minus 10 points from Ebonhide for bad language.

Fucking herd of deer in your goddamn way while heading to class is clearly a reason to be late to class. Ain't my fault they just stood there until we had a discussion about their damn ass shits in my way. How the fuck can I get in trouble for deer? It's not like I am a fucking deer. Ain't gonna carry a damn camera with me to prove the shits were there, like I would lie about the deer. Of all people to lie about deer. Come the fuck on. I'd have made a brilliant feast with them but nooooo 'no guns in school Ferris'


Also someone smashed the shit out of your pumpkins. Wasn't me. I have a witness.

Oh hey, buddy want to learn some more shit?

At dinner, Cricket hands Wes a small, paper journal, with a note tucked inside, and a small glass vial containing an air dried betony stem. In absurdly neat handwriting, Cricket has compiled a list of possible critters he may have seen with rudimentary sketches, textbook descriptions, and citations. It's a short list and ends with 'Deer???'. Next, she lists possible reasons they may have slept through "whatever happened," including poisoning from the berries Trixie found and notations on the side effects of every possible sleep potion/powder/plant she could think up. She ends that list with 'Emotional exhaustion?'

( Note )

( JUNIOR MONTHLY BONDING ACTIVITY )

Mom's talking about all of us going to Louisiana for Christmas. I don't know what I think about that.