"Well Nicola, your parents said we wouldn't expect you to be in untiltomorrow. We have so much to do! I have to get your ID card printed outand your t...metable set up, Don't you worry young lady, we'll get you intoyour classes!" the receptionist seemed to be making it her mission to getme into my classes, as if that was the one thing I wanted the most in theworld. The teacher that had taken me to reception decided her work wasdone and excused herself to go to her next lesson, leaving me in. I wondered what she was laughing about, then realized that I still had my hand down the front of my pants. I quickly pulled my hand out and quickly walked to school leaving her behind laughing. Once at school, I went to my morning classes with nothing special happening. I then went to lunch and as I sat down to eat by myself, the boy from yesterday sits down beside me, and pulls out a pic. He sets the pic on the table beside my tray and I immediately see myself looking up at me. In the pic, I. Even the shuffling of feet on the waxed tile floor came to a dead stop as my own homeroom teacher, Sister Mary Joseph, sternest and most dreaded nun of all, strode into the room. No more than a tiny slip of a woman, her imperious expression and long stride gave her a commanding manner. She stood exactly in the center of the long and narrow hall, her arms folded firmly before her so that her hands were hidden inside the floppy arms of her robe. As she slowly passed her glowering eyes from one. If not we will have a problem for sure. We are far enough up river that we might get some flooding, but not a full storm surge. Not unless we get a direct hit. If it comes ashore here Jefferson Island is a barrier island. It will slow the winds down some. It will take the storm surge, but we will most likely be up to our asses in flooding from the rains."So what should we do to prepare?" Wilson asked."I don't know, if we need to do anything. We are tied to some post on the shore line that are.