"...ok. All set... Sarah! Can you call marina and come here?" Marina's family had just moved to Toslan after an incedent in America. Her dad Herald was about to tell her about night school. "What is it, daddy?" Marina was a polite twelve year old who had black hair and eyes that were as blue as the ocean. "In the first week we're here you need to go to night school. It's the law." Herald said. "Do I HAVE to?" Marine asked. "Sorry, but yes. As I said, it's the law. We're not so keen about it ourselves. Class starts tomorrow night." "...ok... Night dad..." "Night, Mary."
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The Night school: 1
Ficção GeralIn Toslan, it is legal that all 12 year olds must pass night school to get into secondary school. Marina is 12 and has just moved to Toslan. Will she pass and live happily, or will the flintshins have to leave Toslan?
