"Zoe, I can take it from here. Why don't you head to class? Linda and I will have a talk."
She nodded and left.
"Now, Linda...how old do you think you are, exactly?" Miss Fine asked Linda.
Linda paused for a moment. "45" she said firmly.
Miss Fine laughed. "You don't look 45." She said.
"I don't look 14 either." Linda replied getting annoyed.
Miss Fine nodded. "Sure you do. Short hair, T-shirt, jeans, that look on your face that says "I don't care." You look the spitting image of a fourteen year old."
Linda took in what she said and then looked down at herself and realised that Miss Fine was right. "What's happened to me?" She asked in shock.
