Gaining strength from a Grandfather's advice.
You had to be a lion-heart to skip a grade.
The kids all looked at her, older, a year wiser in the ways of the world, all looking at her. She, the intruder, the one smart enough to skip an entire grade, the child that thought herself good enough to join them. Who was she and what made her so special?
Smart enough, yes, strong enough, hopefully.
Her Grandfather, he who thought that anything difficult took a lion-heart to do it, obviously knew what he was talking about. For the first time in her short life she believed him. She only wished she could remember more of his special wisdom right now when it would be useful.
Taking one last look around the room, trying hard not to look anyone in the eye, she spotted an empty seat in the middle of the far row by the window. Taking a deep breath she squared her shoulders and made her way to that vacant seat. She loved windows. Not only were they great for sparking the imagination, especially when nature decides to show off, but at times like these it gave her something else to look at besides the other kids.
Later she would have to find out what other wisdom her Grandfather would willingly part with. She had a feeling she'd need all the help she could get in this life, especially if she wanted to continue to show the world how special she is.
A lion-heart can only take you so far.