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.
"So what are you going to hurt me with, then? Wouldn't we need some knives and some restraints or whatever? ...Oh, right."
"Only if you're willing. We don't have to figure this out today."
"Not today, no. I'm tired," Amy pauses. "I'll think about how to use them, make them, and all that, but now I need to go home and make some dinner, or else my parents will forget to eat." She smiles.
"Sure. I'll see you at school tomorrow?"