We went up and she met us at the door.She wore loose fitting slacks and a sturdy looking blouse. When she saw my outfit, she gave me a curious stare. ..."You know Tyballa, this is going to be kinda dangerous, and we may have to run and fight." Yes, I know." I was wearing the same skirt and cami I'd taken from Renee's room when I'd fled from Mr. Woodhouse before. "This just felt – I don't know – symbolic." Well, fine. I hope you at least wore panties."I had. They were blue. I smiled and flipped up. What was this kind of man doing here? He was wearing a simple, tight white T-shirt, with a gold arrow in the right breast, and plain denim jeans. He had a shortish crop of dark curls, near black, and his skin was a dark olive. His mouth betrayed the first hints of a smile and his eyes said much the same. They were large and emerald green, both dazzling and sinister in equal measures. This was a man who could quite easily get what he’d come here for free of charge, but for the cost of a dinner. The same could be said about their ability to listen to authority.“Good morning class. I’m your new history teacher, Mr. Knight. I’m sure we’ll all have a fun year if we do our best.”It was a corny opener but he figured it was best to go with corny than crack the whip at the start. Learn the lay of the land first before sending in the heavy guns.“What kind of history are you going to teach us, Mistah Cracka-man,” the Goth girl said in a mocking tone. “How your mom gets ganged by black guys for. “Does it hurt?”Rachel laughed, “Honey its fine right now, and I know it’ll hurt a lot more later on, but it’s just wonderful to think about my babies growing inside me. I’ve always wanted a big family, even if Ed didn’t, and I guess God agrees with me.” She smiled smugly at me with her hazel eyes before looking back at Becky. “Here, wanna feel them?” and without waiting grabbed Becky’s hand and placed it on her belly. For the last month the twins have really gotten stronger and I’ve even.