August 26, 2003
Escorial, CA
Will
I walked up to Grand’s study and found the doors were closed. When they were, that meant that he was meeting with someone, on a private phone call, or working on something, and no matter which one of those it was, he didn’t want to be bothered unless it was important. Ever since the party my mind had been working on a new plan, and I’d gotten it all worked out at school, but I wanted to get his blessing before I implemented it. To me, that was p
So good to hear from you! Some thoughts on your thoughts:
1. I'm not sure that by getting organized we'd have been able to do anything about the Meth/Party scene. I'm just wondering if people who would do those kinds of narcotics would respond to an anti-drug campaign. But that's just me.
2. Good points on the plane.
3. Welcome to Donald Trump's America. Only WASPs matter. No St. Patrick's Day celebrations for you. :-)
Wow. Have you done some interesting stuff!
I'm glad you went back to read the earlier books...just wish I'd had Chronicles finished before you did. Working my way through it. :-)
It is so good to see you back around! (Or maybe it was me that was gone...nevermind)
Will does seem to have mastered that young male ability to end up scantily clad.
August 24, 2003
Escorial, CA
Brad
We had convened in JP’s study, an appropriate sanctuary since the rest of the house was teeming with teenagers. I let my eyes scan the room, looking at the serious expressions on the faces of Jake, JP, Stef, Matt, and Wade, knowing that my own countenance mirrored theirs. “I wanted to talk about our plans,” Jake said, with an obligatory bit of discomfort since he was taking the floor and setting the direction of a meeting in JP’s stu
August 23, 2003
Escorial, CA
Will
I walked up to the patio in a pretty shitty mood and found Matt hanging out with Grand and Stef. “Hey there! Ready for the big party?” Matt asked.
“I just have to get myself ready,” I grumbled. “Marie is handling everything else.”
“Based on how unhappy you seem, getting yourself ready may require some effort,” Stef said in a snarky tone. He’d treated me like crap lately, and I’d largely overlooked it, but I had limited pat