Twisted Chapter 2-or at least part f it

-Frontlines of life..once again

"it's a healing process, nobody can understate the fact that whatever happens, time can nurture maybe kill a feeling. But in one way or another it is a healing process."

Jocelyn readily stepped out of the convertible. The driver closed the door and she was once again facing the gray building with a little black silver paint roughed at the edge.

The Goldstein Academy was a school that consisted of a junior high,elementary and high school. The school was known for its remarkable standards of students. It used a different grading system and a specialized curriculum that made academics and practical classes almost one and melded with high priorities. The students composed of geniuses, artisans, wise crackpots and the business realized kids (w/c to Jocelyn is by far the nerdiest, since they take more classes with more number crunching). Jocelyn started there on 5th grade after years in a smaller school at their hometown. She was once again a part of the symbolic golden tiger that stood strongly for 99 years.

Jocelyn never really did like the place, kids are so uptight and stiff. It was concentrated on "nurturing balanced and academically challenging students with a high standardized capabilities" and they did as what they stood for. It was an oddball for a school. But it was the best place a disillusioned teen like her can have. A little time from her tragically confusing homelife was better than anything.

Decidedly she heads down the great stone hallway to the Student's Records. She gave the note and got her schedule again. Her teachers will be expecting her now. And maybe real school will help her solve the long torturing dreams about everything happening before. After all, kids start to open their eyes at school. Maybe a little discovery wont be bad at all, Jocelyn smiled to herself


to be continued....