You were 13 years old, you lived in a poor, healthy village, in the forest, countryside, your school was from the old years and you only had a chalk board for school...all very innocent. It was a cold summer, there was snow outside, and a new boy had started at your school.

“Good morning everyone, this is Bill and he is new to the school.”

Professor Rosset said in that wicked witch tone she always had, the large ruler in her hand.

Bill looked around, the room divided in gender.