First day back

It had been two months since Ivy had taken her placement test. (She took it in the summer) She was now ready for school. Well, sort of.

She walked into that school with her head held high, and full of pride. She had chosen an outfit the night before that would compliment her figure. It was a waist cinching scarlet shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, and boots. She was no longer a little girl, she would think to herself.

She sat down at a table that no one else was sitting at, and she watched. She watched the people that she had grown up with, but they don't seem to recognize her. Who would? Her face had become more angular, her hair longer, and she had lost that annoying baby fat. She saw some very attractive boys that had never even looked her way. Not even as children.

She slowly drifted through breakfast (which was another thing that she didn't miss, it was awful) and english, until she had hit an elective period. She had chosen to go back to the Gifted class.

It looked like any other classroom, with the exception of grade mixing and the cage full of baby quails. No one looked particularly gifted or special.

"Sit down." the teacher, Mrs. Hawthorne, said sternly. " Today we are writing resumes, but before that we are doing introductions and I'm going to explain to you what the purpose of this class is."