I am the passenger

Sophia would have been proud. It was Sunday, and Nadia hadn't really done much of anything.

Okay, so she also hadn't gone to church, or even prayed at all, but still. Seventh day resting and all that.

She was delighted with the flowers her secret sibling had apparently sent her, cheerful about the conversations she'd had and the people she'd met, and almost felt ready to face school the next day.

Almost.

( She finally checked her schedule )

It seemed that, without even trying, she'd managed to get herself a pretty light class load for her first time ever attending a real school. She smiled, satisfied, and dug out her ( journal )

She stared at the page. The information was bland, but generally accurate. She hoped it would do for when her parole officer asked to see the thing. She flipped to the back of the book, ripped out several pages, lay them down on the cover, and ( started writing some of her real thoughts about Fandom )

Satisfied, Nadia folded up the list and tucked it under her mattress. She set her new alarm clock in case she forgot later, put on her headphones and closed her eyes.

She wasn't tired quite yet, but she didn't feel like exploring any further right now.