Foolishly Christy had blindly assumed that she would be initiated unto their world within days. All the children would love her, being well behaved, sitting up in their desks, polish shoes, arms crossed. It would always be please, thank you, and Ms. Huddleson; just like she did for her teachers (and adults in general). She would guide the children to be smart, well thought for and the know they could leave the mountains as soon as where able. Plus she'd save their souls, with the help of Ms. Alice and whoever the preacher already there was.
Two years later she laughs at herself, as the sounds of another fight occur outside the steps, she knew David could handle it. Christy shakes her head looking back at the cracked miniature black board belong to one of the older students (four months younger than she), 80 percent of the spelling was incorrect, an improvement. How is he suppose the thrive outside these mountains?