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The day went well for Amethyst; there was much to learn. The first class was writing and reading. The second was mathematics, which was difficult for her, but she managed to understand some of the lessons. During recess, Amethyst stayed in the classroom and stared at the other children as they played outside. For the first time since leaving home, she felt lonely. Amethyst wondered how Nira and her other friends were doing in the village.
A young woman professor entered the room and tapped Amethyst on the shoulder. The woman had light brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes were light brown as well, and there was a small scar on her forehead.
“Why are you here and not outside playing with your friends?” she asked.
“I don’t know anyone because it’s my first day.”
“Oh, well if
