Mom sent me here. Said I needed to be in a place where people were like me, but a boarding school? Hmm.
My name is Amber. I’m only 16, and I think I’m fairly normal looking. I think I’m a fairly normal person, but it is so hard to know that for sure isn’t it? Look, point is, I don’t see why I need to be in a special school now.
Geometry, first thing in the morning. Room 253. Here we go I guess…
“Ah, are you Mrs. Graves?” The teacher asked, in his masculine voice. It seemed so out of place in an all girls school.
“Yes.” I replied. Assigned seating I presume.
“Take a seat in that empty chair in the back there, between Emma and Taylor.” The Man said. He seemed rather nice really.
I took my place at the three person table between Emily and Taylor, who gave me a wave. So far nothing terrible has happened yet.
“Alright, let’s get started!” The teacher began. “I want you to think about a line in space…”