Sooner than they appreciated, Zoe and Tessa found themselves at school. Zoe didn't like the idea of this at all, but at least she still had ballet, Tessa felt the same. She was very much looking forward to her assignment. This was to be a challenging one. That was fine, to her it seemed that the more challenging her assignment was the more she enjoyed it.
Casework was the funnest thing that she had ever done. Yet again the girls found themselves in a kindergarten through twelfth grade school. Tessa thought that this was sort of neat, but really stupid too. Five year olds attending the same school as some people who were adults? It just didn't work. Both girls very much admired their uniforms, however.

When her first day of fourth grade began; Zoe looked around. So the rumors were true. Indeed they were true. The fourth grade was a whole lot different than the third, and the second and definitely the first. The classroom was a lot smaller than any classroom she had ever been in before, in her recollection anyway. As a baby angel, she and her parents had been to many places that she had forgotten. Undoubtedly an upper level classroom was one of them. Not only was the room so much smaller, but it was also quite more, well....school-like, grown-up, perhaps. The charts on the walls were more uniform, things seemed to be more focused on information and words than they were on pictures and colors. Upon realizing that she had analyzed her surroundings in such a critical manner, she told herself that perhaps she was beginning to think in much of the same was as Aunt Gloria. If only she could read as fast as Aunt Gloria!

When her first day of the tenth grade began; Tessa looked around. She to was adjusting herself to new surroundings. As a caseworker she did this almost daily and was it was far easier for her to adapt to new situations than it was for her sister, purely out of habit. Tessa got a new locker, (on the top level of lockers for once), and she was very pleased. She was also adjusting to new people, making friends wherever possible, and careful not to make enemies. She searched fervently for her new assignment, and by lunchtime she was fed up.

The teacher she had after lunch was what shocked her the most about that day. It was Uncle Adam. Since when had he gotten into the teaching profession? After class she stayed behind and talked to him. They hugged.

"So, how are you, how is everybody?"

"We're great. And I'll bet you're wondering why I am here, aren't you." Tessa nodded, a serious expression spread across her face.

"Relax. I'm just here for a day; and I'm here for you. Remember that blonde girl in the first row?"

"Yeah."

"That's her, that's your assignment."

"The perfect one."

"She's not perfect, come on, you know that!"

"I suppose that I do. It just seems like some kids know everything."

"She doesn't. And that's why you are her history tutor."

"Really?" Tessa loved history. And having parents and aunts and uncles who'd lived it were beneficial to her studies.

"Yes." Adam said, as he disappeared. Suddenly Tessa found herself all alone in an empty classroom. She was in a daze for a moment. She couldn't believe that she was tutoring someone who seemed to know it all, but of course she did not. Suddenly Tessa was snapped back into reality. The bell rang. Her eyes moved swiftly to the clock. 1:35, it read. She was officially late. Tessa sighed, walked to the door and ran down the hall.