Authors note: A reimagining of Ozhojabbe's Gifted and Talented. Written with the author's permission. :ugeek:

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Miriam Werner heard her office door open and continued to type the email she was writing.

"Um... excuse me. Is this the school counselor's office?"

Miriam looked up, and tried to place the student. Blonde, glasses, she had a youthful appearance (in spite of her conservative clothing and her made up face) and eyes that radiated intelligence. Susan was seventeen, but she could look twelve or even eleven if dressed right. Her breasts were small and her hips were to put it kindly narrow. 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.

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?"

Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. Miriam wanted to meet this girl, but she hadn't gotten around to it. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? 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's father had moved from the city to the country because he was having a mid-life crisis. He had worked hard all his life to get ahead and once he got there he didn't know what it was all for. One day he had enough and quit his job, moved to a farming community and bought a farm. Susan was forced to come with him of course and was now miserable. She had always been driven like her father. She excelled at everything.

Susan looked nervous. "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, boring. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..."

Miriam looked over Susan's records. She saw the classes that Susan was taking. There was some of the top classes in the school. It included chemistry of soil, the biology of goats, pigs and cows and agricultural accounting. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small rural district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a shoe-in for any college you decide to apply to. Very few of our students ever attend college you'll be a feather in our cap."

Susan looked crestfallen.

Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more interesting."

Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?"

Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?"

Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though Miriam was holding it perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal.

"Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked.