“Thank you.” She rearranged the signed sheets, then stuck them in her binder and picked up the messenger bag, removing a laminated sheet of paper from inside it.

“This is your class schedule. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to place you in very many classes with Alice as your test scores are quite different but you will be having the majority of them with Bette and Jenny so thankfully you will have some familiar faces to look to.” I took the schedule and glanced down at it, willing myself not to make a face. I hated school, and being stuck in a class room all day next to Goth Barbie didn’t sound too appealing. Oh well, at least I had Bette.

“These are for you as well.” She handed me the bag and I almost fell off the couch trying to take it with one arm, it was fucking heavy.

“It’s the rest of your official uniform, and doubles as your school bag of course.” She said with a smile, “Yours is a bit of a unique situation, Principal Kroll informed me that the skirt doesn’t quite fit but since you are under the age of 18 we’d need your parent’s permission to specifically fit you for one. Unfortunately this means you’re just going to have to make do with the winter trousers for the rest of the summer.” I tried my very best to look devastated as she delivered the news.

“That uh…sucks. Majorly.” I replied matter-of-factly but Professor Peabody gave me a knowing smile as she headed for the door.

“Have a good day Shane. See you in history class.” Waving her off I ran back upstairs and snuck back into my room, resisting the urge shout. Instead I focused my energy on unloading the bag, which had way more stuff in it that I thought could’ve fit. I pulled out three button up shirts, one more in white, one in dark gray, and another in forest green, along with a few more ties. There were three like-colored vests, and two pairs of dark cord’s that I gladly laid out on my bed with the rest of the stuff. My fingers scrabbled along the bottom of the bag and I came up with a couple pairs of long socks and a little black leather wrist watch that had “Solomon School” engraved on the back of it. Laying the bag down against my pillow I stepped back and surveyed everything, pulling at my hair absently. I’d gotten more things to call my own in the past 24 hours than the previous 24 months of my life.