Kelly Robertson was one of the youngest teachers at the school and had just begun her teaching career. She was only in her mid-20s, having just finished college, and it showed. She walked down the hall wearing a tight, dark blue skirt suit. It was somewhat conservative, but hugged her young, trim figure rather tightly.
She stepped into her classroom, and began the lesson, but as it progressed, she found herself remembering less and less of the material, almost as if she didn't know it at all. And she didn't. It was as alien to her as...this classroom.
Looking at the classroom full of sixteen year olds, she suddenly turned beet red and ran out. She kept running through the school, out the door, and across to the dormitories and into one of the suites, where she stripped off the skirt suit and threw the pieces across the room.
She jumped into a bed as the magic began to work on her body, and she began to visibly lose years of her life, her body shrinking and regressing through her teen years into the awkward years before it. By the time her regression had completed, she was only twelve years old.
She didn't seem to notice though as she hugged a pillow tightly. She was thoroughly embarrassed, and would not let any of the other students see her like this. She didn't want them to know she wanted to go home. She was too proud for that. Whitelace served students from Age 12 to 18, Grades 7-12. She was in what they called the Lower School, grades 7-9. The Upper School was 10-12. She hated her parents for dumping her here. She was fine at home.
She got up and went to the bathroom, looking at herself in the morning and practicing a smile that she knew made her look adorable. If there was anything she'd learned from being the daughter of a politician, it was faking a smile.
She cleaned herself up and headed back to the main school building.
