Amy bounced up to me and hugged me right off the bat, ignoring Worn’s commands to sit down. Joseph came over an instant later, and smiled at me, before escorting both Amy and I back to our seats. I heard muttering in my head about Amy, but chose to ignore it. As soon as we were in our seats, Worn slapped papers down on each of our desks as she walked by. “This, class, is your sorting paper. If you lose it, Roger will kill you. Understood?” “Yes, teacher.” What were these kids, five, to be calling Worn ‘teacher’? Hm.

Amy muttered, “Carlie, all you have to do is anwser truthfully.” And then, everyone started. Except me. I had no clue what to do, but I took Amy’s advice and wrote down my anwsers to the questions. After the class finished, Worn asked for the papers back. Everyone obliged, handing her our papers. Within twenty minutes, she had them graded and was handing them back. I heard almost everyone exclaim, ‘Yes! Alright!’ once they got their papers back. I waited for mine, since I was the last in my row.