Week Nine: Monday
Who: Kissy and Frankie
Where: Kissy's room
When: Monday after classes
What: Kissy actually came through! Kissy may have a little crush. Needs help flying. Her family is coming!
Auuuugh! What was Frankie doing that could have kept her from her clutches for so long? Kissy had possibly done the most right thing the entire semester and then had to wait days to talk incessantly about it. It was like torture!
Although part of it was her fault. She'd been holed up in her bedroom the entire weekend existing off her food stores as she alternately cleaned, got the guest bed ready (she missed Ophelia!), and studied as much as she could possibly, humanly stand. The good news was that her creative writing class really wasn't going that bad.
French was...french, but luckily she'd gotten into an easier course so she was getting by. Math was hell. Science was hell. She was pretty certain she'd pass math as it was easy to make interesting by applying to food, shopping, and other stuff. Science not so much. There was no splitting an atom to make it fabulous.
But the worse part was that she hadn't really told anyone about how she'd been going on to her family about how, you know, she could fly now. Oh yeah, she flew to class the other day and, oh yeah, her flying teacher really said she was coming along. She flew with her faerie friends at school. She'd demonstrate her flying for them at the first possible opportunity. There may have even been a staged flying picture.
Today was the big day. Frankie was getting a big favor from Kissy, now she would need a big favor from Frankie. If she got stuck on the ceiling, somebody had to, like, bring her food and new clothes and whatnot. She was already pacing and didn't even wait for a knock. Kissy was flinging open the door anytime footsteps came by and had scared at least four passerbys before finding the right girl. "Frankie! Ohmigawd, I've been waiting!" She squeaked, reaching out to pull her into the pink fur trimmed cage of dooooooooom!...that was Kissy's bedroom.
Where: Kissy's room
When: Monday after classes
What: Kissy actually came through! Kissy may have a little crush. Needs help flying. Her family is coming!
Auuuugh! What was Frankie doing that could have kept her from her clutches for so long? Kissy had possibly done the most right thing the entire semester and then had to wait days to talk incessantly about it. It was like torture!
Although part of it was her fault. She'd been holed up in her bedroom the entire weekend existing off her food stores as she alternately cleaned, got the guest bed ready (she missed Ophelia!), and studied as much as she could possibly, humanly stand. The good news was that her creative writing class really wasn't going that bad.
French was...french, but luckily she'd gotten into an easier course so she was getting by. Math was hell. Science was hell. She was pretty certain she'd pass math as it was easy to make interesting by applying to food, shopping, and other stuff. Science not so much. There was no splitting an atom to make it fabulous.
But the worse part was that she hadn't really told anyone about how she'd been going on to her family about how, you know, she could fly now. Oh yeah, she flew to class the other day and, oh yeah, her flying teacher really said she was coming along. She flew with her faerie friends at school. She'd demonstrate her flying for them at the first possible opportunity. There may have even been a staged flying picture.
Today was the big day. Frankie was getting a big favor from Kissy, now she would need a big favor from Frankie. If she got stuck on the ceiling, somebody had to, like, bring her food and new clothes and whatnot. She was already pacing and didn't even wait for a knock. Kissy was flinging open the door anytime footsteps came by and had scared at least four passerbys before finding the right girl. "Frankie! Ohmigawd, I've been waiting!" She squeaked, reaching out to pull her into the pink fur trimmed cage of dooooooooom!...that was Kissy's bedroom.