Bronwyn POV
So, this is why I am sitting at a desk at Cornelius Middle School.
After we settled down in our humble home in Stonetown, MA and we had gotten financially secure again, Jacob had the bright idea to tell Miss P that it was the law that, unless registered to be homeschooled, everyone had to be in school. (Is that a real law?)
Instead of registering everyone at home, she actually took the time and money to enroll some of us in public school. The ones with the strangest peculiarities that couldn't be hidden as easily, like Claire, Millard and Hugh, stayed at home. The ones that actually went were me, Jacob, Emma, Fiona, Enoch, Horace, and, after a lot of debate and me agreeing to pick her up from school, Olive. I hope she doesn't step on anyone's toes.
So, anyway, that's how some of the peculiars ended up at public schools. Thanks a lot, Jacob.
Man, that sounded more sarcastic in my head. And, to be honest, it actually isn't that bad. Oh wait, the teacher's talking.
"Class, we are having a new student today." A new student? Whispers spread across the room. The last new student had been me, and that was in the beginning of the year. It was November now.
"She was homeschooled until now" More whispers, and a few glances towards me. The girl to the left of me, Charity, looked at me. I shrugged. I didn't know about the girl.
A girl walked in. She had bubblegum-pink hair with dark roots, and wore a green suit with a pink t-shirt underneath. She had a pink backpack with black stars on it. She looked at us as if saying What are you looking at, punk?
I liked her.
"Everyone say hello to Constance. Constance, you can sit next to Bronwyn."