Wyatt walks me to the office. At least we aren’t late here. We approach a big ornate desk with a little woman sitting behind it. When I say little, I mean little, compared to me which is saying something. She has graying hair cut short and styled like a punk rock pixie. She has a form fitting navy blue top and chunky gold jewelry hanging from her ears, neck and wrists.

“Excuse me.” I say sweetly. I figure I will start with soft and sweet and go from there.

She looks up at us giving me a full body appraisal, then lifts an eyebrow in question.

“My name is Skylar and Pm new. I was going over my schedule this morning at breakfast and in my rush to get here on time I left it behind. Could I get another copy, please. I want to make sure I don’t inconvenience the teachers, by having to guess my next lesson. I smile hoping this is a simple transaction.

wasn’t going

be intelligent enough to remember your schedule. What makes

from everyone. No one here knows me and yet I keep getting treated like I am the

check I don’t like getting my information secondhand. If

at her. Wyatt let out a quiet laugh behind me. “My name is Theresa, and if you need

you must be someone to look out for if Drina is trying to hold you back after being on site for less than a day.” She reminds me of Martha and I have a feeling we are going to

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