Usual disclaimer based upon Gifted and Talented (MC, IQ-) By Ozhojabbe

This story is different than the rest. I guess writing all the other ones inspire this one. I hope you enjoy the story. :mrgreen: ----------------------------------------------

Susan Corsetti entered the outer office of the school guidance counselor. She wanted to talk to her about her classes. She wanted to take something more challenging. She had transferred to the Whatley Academy about two weeks ago and couldn't stand her classes. They weren't doing anything to get her into a better university.

But Susan felt uneasy. She was having an awful case of deja vu like she had done this before. She wanted to leave immediately. But she couldn't she had to get into some better classes or she would go out of her mind. She forced herself into the room and preceded to the receptionists desk. The name plaque proclaimed the receptionish as Miss Carlene Young.

“How can I help you?” Carlene inquired.

“I have a one o'clock appointment with Mrs. Werner.”

“Are you Miss Corsetti?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I see the appointment here,” Carlene said looking at her computer screen. “She is in with one of the faculty, Mr. Brooks She should be through in a few minutes. Take a seat.”

Susan sat down. There wasn't anything to read in the office and she didn't want to take out one of her own school books so she looked around. What attracted her first was the receptionist. Now that she got a good look at her, she seemed a bit young for the job. But she wasn't dressed like Susan was in the school uniform.

All students had to wear the identical uniform. Every girl had to wear a blue short sleeve banded bottom oxford blouse with the school crest proudly emblazoned on the right chest. The shirt was of course collared with a girls plaid cross tie. She also wore it with a tan straight legged twill pant. The blouse had to be tucked into the pant and the pant had to descend to the bottom of the ankle. If another student could see your socks then the pant was too short. She wore dark stockings and black leather oxford women's shoes. The boys wore an almost identical uniform, except the shirt was called a shirt not a blouse as it buttoned up the other side. The tie they wore was the same color but it was a standard mens tie. The pants were in a male fit and of course they had to wear socks not stockings.

Looking over at Carlene, Susan was a little bit envious. Carlene wore a long herringbone blazer with two buttons neither of which were used. Under the jacket she wore a yellow draped faux wrapped top with a v-neck that showed the lightest hint of her cleavage (what little there was of it.) She wore it with black ankle length skinny jeans. Since she was sitting she was bare foot, but pumps with two inch heels were peeking out from under her desk. She was even allowed to wear it with a pair of studs in her ears. She had a light touch when it came to makeup. It was applied so well that you could hardly tell it was there.

She looked very professional but also very pretty. Susan would kill to be able to show up at school in that outfit. The effect did make Carlene look older. The closer that Susan looked at her face, the more youthful it appeared. For a second there, Susan thought the woman might look even younger than herself if she was dressed more casually.

A moment later, a man left the office. He was clearly an adult and probably part of the faculty but he was dressed in the school uniform. He passed quickly. Maybe the teachers wanted to dress like the students for some reason. But there was something odd. Then it hit her, why was he wearing the plaid cross tie that the girls wore instead of a standard mens tie? She watched him leave the office from the back. “Did that pair of pants have a girls hem in the back?” she thought. No she must be seeing things.

Susan was called into Mrs. Werner's office. Miriam Werner was a middle aged woman professionally dressed in a business suit. She wore a navy pinstripe business suit with a matching vest and a white shirt that buttoned all the way to the top. She wore it with a striped blue and red tie as well as black shoes and black socks. She seemed to be dressed like a man. But it was still very professional.

Miriam looked up, and tried to place the student. Blonde, glasses, no slouch in the looks department (in spite of her school uniform and lack of makeup) and eyes that radiated intelligence. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students (even if it wasn't much of a feat in a rural school like this), but she was drawing a rare blank here. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. Checking her calendar she found that this was Susan Corsetti. She was a recent transfer to the school.

The girl obliged and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing that?"

“I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer.

Susan looked nervous. Somehow she felt like she had done this before. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..."