High School, 101

Since I'm staying on Earth, Rosalin figured it would be a good idea to go to school. She thinks that perhaps others my age would believe the story of the other realms easier than the generation before me.

So she taught me basic things needed for said ninth grade, and off I went--

It's one of the weirdest places I've been. The instructors (or so called Teachers here) lectured the same thing in every class, about how the rules were to be obeyed, what kind of things I'd be learning. I'm not sure how they're going to do this was 30 other people in my classes.

I couldn't quite understand how to open my locker (hey, it's all new to me. I've never done this before. Luckily, I share my locker with a kind girl named Maria. She told me she didn't like her name, so I should just call her Mimi. She was in a good amount of my classes, and promised to show me around.

As we were walking to science, we met up with her older brother, Grant. Unlike his sister, who was nearly a foot shorter than me, he was almost a foot taller than me. He complimented me on my hair (what was so great about it? It was the same as it was every day) and went to his next class.

Anyway, Mimi invited me over to her house this weekend to do homework together, and maybe to a makeover on each other. I'm not quite sure what a makeover is, but I'm sure it'll be ok. Perhaps she can believe me.

~Katrina