Schools in America were much different than the schools in France, mostly due to the classes. However the people never change. Gentle fingers press into the pages of the book she was devouring, chartreuse hues emerge from the page, flickering towards the blonde that seated himself next to her, which usually never happened, she never really spoke to many people, not in school. Perhaps they were convinced she didn't speak English---or at least, not well.
” I don't believe we have partners today.”














