Beneath my name and other bits of personal information, which was really nothing more than one-half falsified reports and the other half covered in black ink, was a list of the classes I would apparently be taking for the next year, assuming nothing happened to interrupt this experiment at a normal life; which, the odds of that were probably in the lower twentieth percentile.

1st hour: Family and Consumer Science

2nd hour: Personal Finance

3rd hour: Algebra

4th hour: Art

5th hour: Language Arts

Lunch

6th hour: Psychology/Sociology

7th hour: History

It said that I was going to be placed in the Freshmen class, since I was 14-years-old. That part was also falsified but not for the same reasons as the rest; since nobody knew my real age my appearance was the best clue as to how old I was, and apparently I looked 14 to most 9 out of 10 people that looked at me.

"I'm done," I said, sliding the sheet back to him

"You uh don't want to keep it?"

"I have it in my head."

"Right, of course...well, classes should begin shortly after the opening assembly, which you will be excused from for...well, for obvious reasons. Just uh hop on off to your first class and, I guess you can just wait for the rest of the students to show up. I hope you come to enjoy everything our school has to offer! There's no reason to let, well, bad histories get in the way of progress, wouldn't you say?" Well, we'll see about that...
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