Chapter Eight
Mason tapped on the office door of Ms. Whitmore, the school counselor who had given her the information about graduating early.
“Oh, hi, Mason. What brings you by?” Ms. Whitmore said. She always had a smile for Mason as she leaned back in her chair and waved her in.
Mason stepped into the small cubicle and closed the door. “You remember when you said I could take some electives away from school to finish up? I wanted to let you know I’ve already started the science class. I picked chemistry, although after I started I realized it may challenge me a bit,” she said. Really, it was just about memorizing the table, and once she did, she realized it would be just a matter of a few days before everything clicked. She had one of those brains that grabbed everything like a sponge.
