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“Lakeside Elementary is always willing to take on transfer
students, Mr. Universe. We have about half a dozen new families move into town
every year, so our faculty are both experienced and well-trained in making sure
new students adjust to the Lakeside expectations.”
Leslie Martinez folded her hands and leaned over her desk.
Her smile was warmer even than her bubblegum lipstick. The color clashed loudly
with her sunflower-patterned dress, yet somehow suited her. Her hair was thick,
and ran in loose curls down her shoulders and back. It was midnight black, and
just a shade darker than her large bright eyes. She watched the man across from
her ease back into his plush seat, less tense than a moment before.
“Thank you so much Ms. Martinez—“
“You can call me Leslie.”
“Sure, Leslie.” He ran his hands in self-conscious streaks
down his sweater. “This is gonna be a big adjustment for Steven. He’s a bright
kid! And very friendly. But this is very different from anything he’s done
before. I just wanna make sure he adapts is all.” Greg’s eyes wandered over the
walls: yellow a shade paler than Leslie’s dress. There were windows on three
sides, each lending itself to a sun-bleached patch in the teddy-bear carpeting
below. The wall behind her was covered in students’ arts and crafts, her desk
littered with colorful gifts.
“Where did Steven go to school before?” Leslie asked. She
tucked a stray curl behind her ear, glancing down at the paperwork Greg
Universe had filled out. It was upside-down from her vantage point, and too
small to read.
“Oh, uh, nowhere actually. We kinda—I mean he’s mostly been
homeschooled. He can read and write and all that! But he was never uh….enrolled,