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“You’re Christopher, right?” Without even providing a proper greeting other than acknowledging the older boy’s name, Iris approached him. “And you’re supposedly good at essay subjects, riiiight?” It was probably somewhat alarming that she was saying all of this without having introduced herself or provided any indicator of how she knew this, so she backtracked hurriedly: “sorry, my teacher said.... Mr Kipling? Teaches American Literature. Anyway, I’m failing and I need help. I’m Iris.”















