"That's why it's a perfect disguise." It didn't sound any less stupid to say it out loud.

by Wanda Cunningham

Chapter 8
More Than One Way

The hard part of making a plan is telling someone about it.

Why is the most difficult question in the world ... except for why not.

Sometimes you know what team you're on, and sometimes you don't.

Some adventures are best told by the people who lived through them. Here's Drew Kelley again, exploring...

Mrs Johnson finished her tea and I followed her into the kitchen with my dirty cup. She rinsed them both out and popped them in the washer. “Right, young lady,” she said drying her hands, “let’s go and bath the baby.”

At Aunt Greta’s–
Freya and the Doodlebugs

by Gabi
Chapter 16 of a Continuing Saga…

Recognising the now-familiar wailing of the air-raid siren, I was awake in an instant. ‘It’s an air-raid, I can’t explain now but we have slipped back in time to the second world war and you must call me Greta. This has happened to me before; we have to get up and go to the air-raid shelter.’

At this moment the door opened, the light was switched on and Mummy was there. ‘Greta, Freya, get up quickly, girls. Put on your underthings, socks, shoes and dressing gowns, bring a blanket and come with me to the shelter immediately. And don’t forget your gas masks.’ She hurried away towards her own room leaving us alone.

An authorized story, based on the characters and environment of A New Style of Education by Karen Page.

" 'You don't understand, Sky. At anime conventions and cosplay things people were famous for being Tranies and signed autographs, and you're so cute, you should want peeps to know.' "

"And it seems like everybody likes me lots better when I'm a girl, huh? Even Daddy. And do you too, Marsha?"

"Mom, mom!"

"In the kitchen honey."

"Mom! You will never guess what I found!"

"You are right about that. Well?"

"Sara has a boyfriend! And he's older than her too!"

"You worm! What are you- you were reading my diary again weren't you?"

"What? NO! I just, I mean..."

"Oh, look, he's blushing! Wait. I keep that in my... you were in my underwear!"

"So did you just walk in there and say, 'How do you do this?' You couldn't 'av!!"

We waved them goodbye as Mrs Rose drove off and then returned to the house where Farah and I went back up to my room. Everything had been left neat and tidy.

‘I hope everything goes okay for Bryony at the doctor’s,’ I said. ‘It’s not going to be easy for her having to pretend to be a boy at school and only being a girl at home and the weekends.’

An authorized story, based on the characters and environment of A New Style of Education by Karen Page.

“Come on, Darling, get yourself showered and I’ll show you how to do your hair.”

How can my mother be so happy this early in the morning–bum, it’s a Saturday too! This hair business is a pain, why can’t I just keep it in a ponytail like I usually do?

Katie was not in a great mood that night. Her mother had just divorced her father and they had moved across the country to be closer to her mother’s family. They had stayed in a noisy hotel until the day before the movers were expected to arrive at the new house because they decided to travel by airplane while their belongings made the journey in a mover’s truck. When they stepped off of the plane and went to baggage claim, Katie’s suitcase was nowhere to be found. On top of that, when the movers delivered their belongings, it was discovered that Katie’s clothes were missing. To add insult to injury, they’d spent her twelfth birthday on the plane.