My parents made a few more strange suggestions before the first day of classes began. I decided that they both must have been traumatized as teenagers. On that first morning at an entirely new school I packed my red wheeled luggage and we headed out the door to the car. My father and mother both insisted on dropping me off. But neither parent per my direction would accompany me inside. I had reviewed the floor plan of the actual buildings memorized everything from the ceiling heights to emergency exits to electrical outlet locations. I was pre enrolled in English,math,Spanish,physical education, social studies,and science. With the exception of P.E.,I knew a lot about the subjects. I had calculated the amount of time I needed to walk the halls as well as the cubic feet of the storage closets. I could recite the entire Sequoia student handbook.
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Teen Fiction1. She's different and a genius 2. Almost everything interests her 3. She has learned the hard way 4.she understands that ffamily is what you make it 5. She doesn't have a lot of friends 6. She knows that the most wonderful thing in the world is fee...
