((haha I am way too lazy to send this as an actual e-mail...anyone pointing out the flaw in my logic will be bludgeoned ( Read more... )

She has never mentioned this to her mother, but Liz is always ready for Abe to leave and Helena knows it.  It's in the way her mother makes the bed when he's gone; only one side folded down, the other left cool and crisp, patterns on the bedspread like ice on a window.  Her eyes empty themselves of color, cold fingers smoothing the sheets of memory ( Read more... )

... Something about trousers?  I dunno, it kind of ruins the rhythm but apparently I wasn't paying enough attention in English that day.

Anyway, I'm all 16 and stuff now.  Woohoo.  Cake and whatnot forthcoming.  And...driver's permit.

Ummmmmm.  Presents? :D?

Well.  At least I know I wasn't exaggerating or over-reacting or making shit up or...what the fuck is going on.

This has to have been when I was there, it's too big a coincidence not to be.  So...fucking awesome.  I guess I should tell my parents. 

((After this blah blah blippity blah.))

Helena has migrated to a bench, and is sitting in katamari position--this is to say, she is balled up and could easily be rolled. Although things would probably not stick to her.

John suddenly popping into existence is at least for the moment more comforting than it is unnerving. "Hi. Um. Sorry it's so late."

Helena, despite spending her entire 15 years virtually surrounded by adults, and now discovering people her own age are occasionally palatable as well, still likes being alone better than almost anything else ( Read more... )

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Most teenagers when their parents leave the domicile might take the opportunity to say, play music really loudly.  Or destroy the toaster oven with illegal drugs interesting food.  Or maybe throw a small, casual get-together which will result in a suspicious new furniture arrangement because that stain never quite comes out of the carpet.

Helena, ( Read more... )

So I just realized if they ask what we did on our summer vacations I'm gonna have to really lie a lot.  Or, you know, maybe I won't.  I mean, it's always funny being like "Oh, I did nothing.  But my MOM, now SHE made some shit EXPLODE."

The teachers love that, of course.  A lot.  If by 'love' I mean 'oh goddammit, I really hate inclusion, shouldn't ( Read more... )

At 7 AM, the firing range is cool and damp and silent, flaring sunlight making blue shadows in the shade of the gun cabinets and fluttering paper targets.  There is still enough water in the atmosphere that breath comes a little easier to Helena, sitting like a tiny, sleepy Buddha on the astroturf in the center of the range.  Once it was quiet here ( Read more... )