Category: Lizzy Langdale and the Unassigneds

I open up my books and try to get some work done. The theoretical descriptions and clinical definitions of the five groupings flow before my eyes, but not a word is understood or obtained...

“How are you doing?” I ask Pam when I visit her after school the next day. I didn’t want to just not show up for our Tuesday lesson, it seemed rude to simply assume...

“What was that?” I demand of professor Holt when I’ve managed to corner him in the hallway a few hours later. “Is she a Transformer? Why did she attack Pam?” “She’s not a Transformer,...

I do show up to class the next day, and he does keep his promise of variation. He instructs me in something he calls ‘negative space’. According to him, if I master this, it...

Between lessons with Pam every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, library study sessions, and Brody most likely stopping by every Wednesday from now on, my week is pretty full now. To be completely honest I...

Pam and I agreed that on the days I study at the library instead of going to class we’d simply meet up in her room half an hour after the end of class. That...

I wake up in my bed, not sure how I got there. The image of suit guy tugging me in is too disturbing to linger on. I sit up and try to shake it...

I spend last night in the forest. With Mr. Patrick present I assumed the barrier would be lifted at some point to let him out. I sat ready with my letter positioned behind a...

Professor Holt has me practicing movement free mental movements – or whatever term might make sense to use there. My hands are numb from sitting on them all the time, and I haven’t made...