After last week's attack of the laundry, Jonas was systematically trying to wash every single thing he had. Right now, that meant he was left with just a loose pair of pants and a light t-shirt while everything else was washed and dried ( Read more... )

For the most part, it'd been a productive break for Jonas. His goal of getting out more and socializing had fared well and he hadn't had any urge to hide in his room for long periods of time. Now, with the arrival of the new students on the horizon, Jonas was almost starting to feel settled. He still felt out of place, still was unfamiliar with ( Read more... )

Things were quiet in room 321 this morning. Jonas, a quiet child by nature, was even quieter since he was alone. No Asher, no Fiona, no Mother or Father, no one. He didn't even have his favorite stuffed animal anymore. He was getting bigger and that meant being more responsible but sometimes that was just felt like too much ( Read more... )

Another semester was done and Jonas was still managing to get by in Fandom. Even if the luster of passing his first semester had passed, he was still pretty proud of himself for that fact. As a reward, he was sitting on his bed and eating ice cream. It made him miss Gabe a bit but he knew his brother would be proud of him for eating his favorite ( Read more... )

Jonas didn't know what was going on. That, in itself, was not an uncommon thing for him to feel but it was even more acute today. There was a fog that seemed to just be coating the island, making it hard to even find his way to the school. He'd managed though only after thinking he'd seen something that just wasn't...right lurking in the fog. ( Read more... )

It'd been a mostly quiet week for Jonas. He'd attended his classes but had done little else. He didn't exactly know why other than laziness. He wasn't melancholy or overwhelmed by his past. He was just...lazy. He'd been aware something like this could happen but it wasn't often that Jonas just got to be a lazy teenager. Thirteen years of his ( Read more... )

If anyone was looking for Jonas tonight, they need only look in his room because that's where he'd be. It probably wouldn't come as a surprise to many since Jonas was hardly a social butterfly and he'd long gotten used to a sort of solitude ( Read more... )

Trial and error had been the only way to learn how to do his own laundry. For the longest time, Jonas had resisted and even paid for his clothes to be laundered by taking trips to the mainland but that had gotten tiring (and he didn't have an endless supply of money). So, he'd purchased a book and tried to do it himself ( Read more... )

Even a long walk around the island hadn't helped Jonas stop thinking about what he'd seen during class. The momentary distractions of the cool air, nature and passersby had been only that: distractions. Now that he was back in his room, his mind was all too ready to go picturing that again ( Read more... )

With his last class finished earlier, Jonas made his way back to his room to do nothing in particular. There were books he could read, things he could write, a phone call he could make but instead, he decided to do something a little more exciting ( Read more... )