A Whateley Academy Adventure
Kayda 10 - There's No Place Like Poe
by ElrodW, Bladedancer, and E.E. Nalley
Saturday, September 8, 2007 - Early Afternoon
Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy
"Knock, knock!" Ayla's voice was unmistakable.
"It's kind of surprising that Ayla hasn't yet come to talk to you about another over-achieving individual study math class this term?" Chou said as if Ayla wasn't at the open door, giving me a wink.
"Maybe I should be a bitch of a teacher so he doesn't bother me for more classes," I grinned, pretending I didn't see Ayla peeking into the room.
"Nah. Then he'd probably hire you as a manager in one of his companies," Chou shot back.
"That or turn loose a battery of lawyers." I made a show of looking toward the door. "Oh, hi, Ayla!" I said with mock surprise. "I didn't hear you!"
A Whateley Academy Story
The Bear, the Bitch, and Everything
By E. E. Nalley
It's been a long night
Trying to find my way
Been through the darkness
Now I finally have my day
And I will see my dream come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No, they're not gonna change my mind…
Russell Watson, Where My Heart Will Take Me
August, 29th, 2007
Rm 502, Dickenson Cottage, Whateley Academy
In the predawn light, Tansy lay awake and remembered her sins.
There was a certain irony that the single room she finally had, that she had fought for all these years, now made her feel empty and alone. She never thought that she would miss Sahar's sarcasm or the casual way in which the girl had ignored her. It didn't help that this had been Poise's room last year and Tansy couldn't help comparing herself to the blonde that some called decorum personified. Between Elaine's tutelage and the assistance of Mustang, she knew that she could be with someone else simply by falling asleep and dream walking, either with her own spirit or to the island of Elaine's dream space or the Alaskan log cabin that Kodiak had managed to make both girls feel welcome and loved in.
A Whateley Academy Adventure
Round and Round (Part 2)
Green Bay, Wisconsin. Tuesday, Sept 18th, 2007
I’ve always hated long car trips. Spending too much time in the car always made me feel a little claustrophobic and cooped up. Of course, I probably wouldn’t feel so antsy at the moment if I hadn’t made Jackie stop off at Starbucks so I could get a large mocha.
Jackie had been driving for the last two hours while I sat in the passenger seat, feeling alternately excited, nervous, and bored out of my mind. It turned out that the doctor she got me an appointment to see was in the next state over. And since Jackie had already transported me across state lines after our escape from the MCO, this meant that in the past three days, I’d been in as many states.
We’d spent the last hour talking about Whateley Academy and what it had been like when Jackie went there. It sounded really interesting, but I was pretty sure she was pulling my leg more than a few times. After all, a famous super hero like Lady Astarte probably had much better things to do than play high school principal, and it wasn’t like Circe from the old Greek myths was a real person, much less a teacher there. Jackie had to think I was pretty gullible to believe that.
“Can we stop for some more coffee?” I asked Jackie, looking at my empty cup of go juice and sighing.
“Aren’t you a little young to be a coffee addict?” Jackie asked with a grin.
I shrugged at that, then lied, “My parents let me drink it anytime I want.” As soon as that was out of my mouth, I winced, realizing that I’d come off sounding like a little kid or something.
A Whateley Academy Tale
Murphy’s Laws Of Whateley
Semester in Review
By Joe Gunnarson
Thursday, March 1st, 2007, Whitman Cottage
Murphy’s Law #17: When everything appears to be working correctly, all hell will break loose.
Never let it be said that my life isn’t interesting. After picking a quiet war with several Alphas, thoroughly embarrassing myself to my fellow Cottage-mates in a distinct show of not-decorum when faced with inhuman anatomy, I’d made a few friends in the Whateley Academy Literary Club, and the leader of the Alphas. Sort of.
Don’t get me wrong, they were cool, but then so were Froggy, Kerry, Thorn and a few others I’d met since I arrived here in the poorly named “Freak House Femme.” It was never, ever fair the way a lot of the Whitman girls denigrated themselves, which sat in odd mirror to the bitches in Dicksucker and Melvillain who liked to pick on the freaks. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy that would never end, yes it goes on and on my friend…