It was an all girl school. Sure it was nice, the student body got along great. I had some good friends but I missed my time at public school where I h...d both girl and guy friends.Now it was Christmas break and I had gotten a letter to come home. But it wasn’t to the home that I was raised in. After my mother passed away when I was ten years old, my father became my sole guardian. He only wanted what was best for me.After watching me grow into a teenager, my father had been having mixed feelings. He couldn't possibly use his own image like the silence, what if wanted to do her doggy or she closed her eyes during sex and forgot where she was and what, or who, she was doing that could only end badly, not as badly though as if she happened to see him when with the Doctor; he would surely see him die or worse for what he had done. No what he needed was a word, something the time lord would never say, something that he wouldn't even know about. That's it! He thought, the word will be. I may have ruined my life in many ways during my high school years, by as a social self-reject and recluse, I read a lot, and during those years I developed some lifelong fascinations. Two of my favorite authors were going to die this summer, a month apart. William Faulkner would die on July the seventh, and Herman Hesse a month later on August ninth. Steppenwolf, the Hesse novel that would have a huge impact on me wasn't going to even be published until next year.Carrie was the one that this. As we sat there debating, Jenny elbowed me and we looked up to see theMiller's being led to a table. Rose looked a little lost by what wasgoing on while David looked as proud as a peacock. It took me less than asecond to figure out what was going on. I looked at Jenny and she figuredit out too. I was the one to confront the man across the table from us."Marty" I said in the voice I use when I am about to accuse him ofsomething and he shot back with his normal response. "Alexa. Yes, you twoI.