Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was still trying to work out what big flaw in her writing she was going to try to destroy for this week's creative writing assignment. Maybe she should do something that didn't involve robots?

But robots were cool.

She found a couple writing manuals in the stacks and flipped through those for awhile. One was a whole big thing about birds, which she guessed worked as a metaphor, but it still seemed kind of weird to Tip. Another one had a whole big thing about how adverbs were the devil.

Tip was starting to think that professional writers were kind of full of crap.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, at least Tip actually believed her, unlike others in their creative writing class...

Still, Summer groaned a little; it was just so much easier when someone had been all oh, but I knew the whole time!

"Soooo, yeah," she said. "My robot self wasn't too weird or anything with you, was she? I mean, I know I could always listen to radio to get an idea, but I'm almost too afraid."

Particularly of the ones "she" did...

[intotheout]

Tip shook her head. "Nah, she was cool. I mean, she kind of talked like she was being written by a Hollywood producer who had never spoken to an actual teenage girl in her life, but -- I kind of just thought you might be going through something and didn't want to mention it." She grimaced. "Sorry."

She would be handling 'I was replaced by a robot for weeks and you didn't notice' way worse than it looked Summer was doing.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Considering that her own mother hadn't even noticed, Summer figured she could kind of cut everyone some slack on that one. She shrugged.

"I'll have to pass that bit of feedback onto my grampa, then," she said. "He programmed me...I mean, her, and I don't think he's ever been a teenager before in his life."

Pause.

"Well, except that one time when he enrolled a tiny clone of himself temporarily into our school to help us take care of vampires, but then the tiny clone didn't want to go back and tried to kill--"

She stopped right there and shook her head, lifting her hands. "You know what, it doesn't matter. I just had to make sure robot me wasn't going around acting like an idiot and tarnishing what little reputation I've built for myself here, that's all."

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"I mean, you might be failing all your classes," Tip said. She wasn't sure how much of that 'I must maintain an air of not being intelligent' thing was Summer and how much was Summer's grandfather's assumptions about Summer. "But I think socially you're okay. Is your granddad going to come to Parents' Weekend? Because I can't decide if that would be cool or really terrible."

[somethingwithturquoise]

That small ppfft and wave of her hand at the first part would do well to show Tip that the stunning C average was 100% au natural Summer Smith. After all, you didn't need good grades to fight evil empires in space, right? But it did help to be popular, so she was relieved that the second part matched up with her experience so far in touching base with everyone.

Relief that was short lived, unfortunately, because the third part made her eyes widen like saucers.

"Parents' Weekend?"

Someone didn't know about Parents' Weekend.

[intotheout]

"It's this weekend," Tip confirmed. "J.Lo's going to come."

But not her mom this year. Tip was both disappointed and relieved by that fact.

"I'm going to help the Student Council host a bowling night on Saturday."

Also, in case you didn't know, Summer: Tip was kind of a nerd.