Saint Joseph School

Every so often I poke out a hundred words or so on the conclusion to Elly's tale, just to have something posted here... Wonder if anyone will still be checking this forum when I finish.

From Joni and Elly (and Vic and Bridget), thank you for everything.

*21 blaster salute*

"I just wanted to check something with both of you." Moltar motioned to the chairs in front of her desk. "Mr. Delevar, you'd told us that you were going home to Boston soon, correct?"

Diyar nodded as he and Elly sat, the large door slowly swinging closed behind them. "Yes ma'am, for Memorial Day ...

Elly stepped back out into the hall and checked the door. That was clearly a 10. This was the right quad. So why was all the furniture rearranged?

No, not just that. Those books on the shelves didn't belong here at all, unless Kena had done some major splurging at Barnes and Noble since that ...

MAGI records: Smith, Eleanor (cross-reference to Tian-Mu, Bracers of; Spark Princess)
Biannual status report, filed 2009/7/1

Miss Smith's performance remains barely adequate. She does precisely the amount of patrolling to fit the letter of her requirements, then returns to her usual ways. Her ...

Joni and Elly both have the correct grades, although to clarify, they're the grades for the upcoming year, not the past year.

As an aside, I'm glad you thought to make this thread. We don't have a clear idea of which grade someone is just by looking at them, and we don't have physical classes to ...

The games felt different when you'd made out with one of the guys on the field. Elly found herself looking for number 76 whenever the defense got on the field, watching for what he'd do so she could bring it up again later at the D. God, she she was a cheerleader who'd hooked up with a football ...

For the past week or so it had been at the back of her head, that wondering why, why in the world was she so interested in a boy she'd never before considered anything but an amusing dork.

The rest of Elly's brain didn't care why. Jacob had entrusted her with his secrets. He'd called her "sexy ...

"Beat 'em, bust 'em..." Elly dryly chanted to herself before downing some Gatorade. She'd put on the smile again when they went out onto the field, but after watching that touchdown sneak through, she'd earned the right to be a little less cheerful out of sight of the audience.

Kara slapped her on ...

God damn, the mood had been sulky yesterday. Even #^%%ing Bri had looked depressed. It was infectious; Elly couldn't work up the will to go to the D after, even though she barely knew the coach. You weren't supposed to have strokes or whatever the hell the coach had here in Paragon. Heads blown off ...

Elly did a couple cartwheels for the hell of it. She didn't know THAT much about football -- she hadn't even been allowed to the games last year due to the probation -- but she knew when a play was awesome.

Someone hollered "Party at the D!" Good plan.

Heya Jordan. Beware the eyes of the penguins, okay?

I wasn't expecting an audience to be waiting as I walked out, but I'd live. Just so long as I landed the flips. "Hey! How're you doing, people?" I called out, and got a bit of a cheer in response. Not much of one, but still a good sign.

I looked to the judges' table, gave them both a smile, then ...

"I've got to try out again? Today? "

"Them's the breaks, Elly." Franky looks both sympathetic and annoyed at me; I'll grant that she wasn't the one I should be yelling at. "Bri didn't like your routine, said it needed more cheerleading and less pole dancing. Not her exact words but you get the ...

Saturday evening

Stupid, stupid, stupid! With all the recent costume confusion, on top of the cheer tryouts, she'd been getting absent-minded, and then after the Rikti decided to crash the beach party she'd just blindly followed the partygoers as they relocated. To the D. Which was still strictly ...