Flynn walks to school. It's a novel experience, and one she enjoys (at least until it gets cold). She's used to a twenty minute, traffic laden, ride along a featureless highway. But it's beautiful here. The school itself is impressive, simply because of its obvious age. That manages to distract her, until she arrives at her first class, chemistry. She's ten minutes late of course, but the teacher knows she's new and doesn't seem to mind. She stares out at the twenty or so unfamiliar faces. When the teacher asks if anyone is willing to show her around, she smiles and tries to look as friendly as possible.
"Uh, not sure."
Flynn pulls out her schedule.
"Chemistry, european history, choir, calculus, art, and english."
The secretary has a very Irish accent.
"Alright pet, I'll get them for you in a jiffy," she says.
It may not be comprehendible for people who are not Irish.
Flynn understands the intent if not the individual words.
The secretary goes to get her books.
"So, Flynn, tell me a bit about yourself."
"Umm, I'm from the U.S. Uh, I don't really know?"
"Do you have any hobbies?
Ooh, and how are you settling in, is your house nice?"
"Uh, nothing specific. I went on a lot of hikes. Our house is nice. Really old though, everything's falling apart."
"I know of only a few of those in our area, what street is that on?"
Amy is curious about this house. And suspicious. If that turns out to be the right house...
"Oh! Wow! You're living in what used to be my family's house for ages and ages, I think it was my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather who bought it. But my grandfather moved us out. Still don't know why."
"That's neat. Any secret passages I should know about?"
"I don't remember any... We should explore it after school! That's gonna be so awesome, let's do it!"
"Sure! If you want."
"I do want!"
Amy is silent for a moment, thinking about exploration.
"Where are you from? I assume it's somewhere in America, from the accent, but I could be wrong, couldn't I? Am I right or am I wrong?"
"You're right. I'm from Missouri."
"That's somewhere in the center of USA, right? What's it like there?"
"Boring, unless you live in St. Louis. I didn't."
"What's St. Louis?"
"It's a big city. You may have seen pictures of The St. Louis arch. It's a giant piece of metal going over the river."
The secretary returns with the textbooks and Flynn thanks her.
"What class do you have next?"
Amy sings, "~Choir~ Whee!"
Flynn shakes her head and follows Amy to choir class.
Amy sings and has a lot of fun.
Flynn's voice isn't terrible, but it's also not going to win any awards.
She sings softly and keeps an eye on the clock.
Soon, the bell rings. Amy is annoyed and unhappy for a second, but then she's back to normal.
They go to Calculus.
Amy passes a note: Ugh, this is so boring.
I think it could be interesting, if I could understand it. But it's so abstract, I can't follow it.