She was the aptest scholar that ever was;and particularly was so merry, so constantly diligent, and so pleasedwhen she could but understand me, or mak... me understand her, that it wasvery pleasant for me to talk to her. Now my life began to be so easy thatI began to say to myself that could I but have been safe from moresavages, I cared not if I was never to remove from the place where Ilived.When we spoke about our island and its place in the world, I offered thatI could assist her to go back. This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Action: Hormonally charged fourteen and fifteen-year-old high school freshmen. Peer pressure abounds. Everything is new and exciting and scary. Who will still be a. "That's a nice ass you've got there," I tell you."What?!?" you ask, wanting to stand up for yourself."I said I like your ass. Why don't you turn around again and show me some more."Now you've had enough. You decide to cut your losses and just go. "I'm leaving," you say, and try to slip past me and get out. But I catch you by the hair easily, pulling you off balance. "You aren't going anywhere bitch," I say, and you can feel my breath on your neck as I push you, face first, into the wall. Now. Despite the morbid thoughts, it felt good to be wearing his robe.Georgia opened the box containing the medallion and held the box out to him. Before he had a chance to reach out for it, the medallion flew from the box and settled around his neck. The chain had miraculously been repaired. Everyone in the dining room gasped at the sight.Having seen the medallion fly to Oscar, Ed commented, “Only a God or a Goddess can put on a medallion or remove it.”For Georgia, the sight of Oscar in his robe.