you're the fairy bomberman

Natalie woke up with a raincloud above her. She was not surprised, it had already been there last night. It had mercifully waited until she got back on the island and into her room before appearing, but now it seemed to be sticking around. It just moved with her as she got out of bed. So, the impossible was happening: Natalie was going to be cutting class today. She may have stopped crying, but the cloud was very noticeable, and she didn't feel like dealing with people looking at her funny over it. She could give herself the day, even if that left her with the problem of what to do with hersef all day when she was feeling this crap.

The gut instinct was still to call Sam, see. And that was the one thing she couldn't do.

So she was going to be trying to focus on getting ahead with her independent classes, while poor confused Mr. Moxy tried batting at the rain that fell all around her and yet didn't seem to be getting anything wet.

[ooc: Closed door, open post! If you're brave enough to deal with the mess of a girl inside, that is.]