"All right, you ready?" Jean asks. You nod your head as you prepare your mental defenses. You squint your eyes and notice that Jean is stuggling to read your thoughts. "Okay, is your number 45?" Jean asks. You smile confidently and reply "Wow, way off, it was 125!" "Okay a promise is a promise, see you tommorow." Jean says as see blows a kiss at you, walking back upstairs. "I love this school." you say heading back to your room.