9
Thank God Mrs. Marshall was so very organized, or Danica might have wanted to run back to the twenty-first century after that first day of school. To have to stand in front of twenty-one pairs of curious eyes and act like she knew what she was doing…it would have been t*****e if she’d been forced to truly wing it. But Mrs. Marshall had left behind detailed notes on what needed to be taught that week, and had lined up all the textbooks on Danica’s desk so she wouldn’t have to go hunting for them in the bookcase.
True, at dinner the night before, she had discussed the school somewhat, saying that they’d divided the classrooms by age, and so Danica would have the younger set, ranging from six to ten, and then Mrs. Marshall would teach the older students, the eldest of whom was seventeen.
