Pamela Barrett. That's what my birth certificate says.
Ish, Parker, Pamella. That's what all my friends call me.
I was never supposed to happen. My biological parents are Chinese physicists whose life work was to find the theory that would encompass the rivaling theories of quantum mechanics and relativity. They never found it, and are now teaching in the higher education system in China. I googled them. They met by chance, and really liked each other, and when a baby suddenly came into the equation, their careers were more important.
My adopted family is nice, they are professors, and have enough money to send me to Sky View, the exclusive, Catholic, all-girls school in RI.
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Currently I am in my least favorite class, theology. It's third period, and I just want it to be lunch. Mrs. Ange (French for angel if you didn't know) is going on and on about the Trinity, and God, and holiness. Actually, I'm not even sure what she's talking about anymore! I begin to watch the clock count down, and am caught unaware when Mrs. Ange asks me a question.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?" I ask.
"No, does anyone else know the answer?" she replies rudely.
Katherine raises her hand and gives the correct answer. I really hate her sometimes.
"Thank you," Mrs. Ange tells her and looks at me with a disapproving look, "Stay with us, Pamela" she says.
I hate religion, sorry theology, class. The only thing that gets me through it is messaging my friends on the school issued iPads. It's already February, and it is still unclear if the administration knows how social media has overpowered the academics of much of the student body. I don't really care anymore.
*brrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg*
Finally! I think to myself, and run down the hall so I can get to the cafeteria and buy food before a huge line starts.
