I still remember my life from the seventh grade. I don't remember the weather being this humid, or this dark, but I remember everything else. Perhaps because in the seventh grade, I was stupid and I was naïve. When I was forced to leave my boys and move to Toronto, Canada for private schooling, I got a taste of reality. A lot of things happen in Toronto, and they were things I wish hadn't happened.
That last summer is still engraved in my mind. Reid had a crush on me. Caleb was beginning to fill the "leader" roll of the Ipswich brothers. Tyler began to get seriously annoyed with the name "baby boy" and Pogue had discovered girls and porn. I didn't spend as much time with them that summer, because they were boys and I wanted to give them their boy time. I was always the only girl and knew that one day I would have to deal with the fact, whether I liked it or not. Despite the fact that the time I had with them was little, I still enjoyed it, and I cherish it to this day. I kept contact until the ninth grade. Then, things feel apart, and I decided to cut ties. They didn't need the drama. Yes, I was in a different country, how could it affect them? Nonetheless, I didn't want them to worry.
But sitting in the Provost's office, at Spencer Academy in Ipswich, Massachusetts, I can't help but worry. I was able to convince mom to let me graduate with the children I left in Junior high, who are – like myself – no longer children at all. Do the boys remember me? Are they angry with me if they do remember me? Have they changed? Of course they've changed. They had just begun puberty when I left, goodness forbid what they are now. How are their abilities? Have they contained them yet? Is Reid abusive to the power like I predicted and does Caleb give him a hard time about it as much as he should?
"Ms. Morris?" My name sounded so distant when the Provost called me from my thoughts. "Ms. Morris?"
I shook myself back into reality. "Oh, I'm sorry! You were saying?" With a polite smile, he continued.
"I was letting you know that your things have been delivered to your room. Everything financial has been taken care of and I'm giving you until Monday to settle in." His smile was old and subtle. He felt sorry for me. He wasn't the only one. A lot of people did.
"I don't need until Monday," I tried. "I can attend tomorrow." It was only Thursday afternoon. Was it fair he was going to give me my first day off?
"But your uniforms need to arrive, your texts book as well, and not to mention your teachers need to organize the syllabus for this year in order for you to catch up." He was right. I needed to know the entire courses' studies in order to pass and graduate. I wouldn't be tested on past material, but I'd be expected to know it. "So no, Ms. Morris, I do not pity you."
I laughed. "You're definitely a first, then."
He gave a low chuckle, the scratch in his voice that which was only required with age reflecting his experience in life. "There's a first for everything!" I smiled, appreciating his straightforwardness. "Now, if there is anything," he rose from his desk, "that I can do for you, you let me know. Alright?"
I nodded. "Thank you, sir."
And with that, I turned away and exited his office. Well, that was over with. Passing his secretaries desk, she gave me my key and directions to my room.
Here come the wolves.