Weirdness II

Storm took in deep breaths, in and out as she stood at the door that would take her into her class. She needed to calm her nerves, but so far that was not helping.

The only thing that made her smile as she heard the lecturer talk on the bones in the human body was that finally she was here, against all odds, despite what her step mother had done, despite what her family had made her go through.

She had survived. She was here. She was in school.

That bubbly feeling pushed her to open the door, pushed her chin up, and pushed her feet to walk into the class with all the confidence that she could muster; a confidence that didn’t even waver when the lecturer stopped speaking and turned to see the intruder.

“You are a member of this class?” The old man with a white halo on his head asked, as he picked a register on the table probably to check her name.

“What’s your name?”

Storm inhaled deeply before giving her answer.

“Storm Jackson.”

She watched breathlessly as the man decked his