Monday night Robin slept like baby, perhaps a bit too soundly, because come Tuesday morning they didn't wake up when the alarm went off, at least not until it had been beeping for at least a total of fifteen minutes which meant that they must have snoozed it at least once without waking up enough for it to be a conscious act. Monday had been a long day but a very satisfying day as well. Having showered they sent both Abigail and Xavier a text asking how the night had ended, hoping that it had ended well and that they were not heading off in different directions. While Robin would probably have chosen Abigail, if the two of them were to make them choose between them, they simply didn't want to choose. They wanted them both as lovers.<br/><br/>After breakfast school went on as usual, a bit of Biology, some Math, and a double class of English literature to finish it off. After class they spent time in the school library researching Virginia Woolf, the subject of their essay for English literature. It had taken some convincing to get the school to agree to the subject due to the still rather provocative topics explored in some of her novels, Orlando in particular, at least it was still rather provocative in small-town Kansas. An essay on Virginia Woolf would also not be complete without exploring the relationship she had with Vita Sackville-West, on whom the lead character of the novel was based, and since this was small town Kansas that was in a sense even more provocative than a gender fluid nobleman living for centuries. And even though Ms Lund, their English teacher was a dedicated feminist and preferred to bring to light female authors, overlooked by a male canon of so called genius, she was after all restrained by the school regulations and curriculum as well as the fact that the school's headmistress was born and bred right there in Sedgwick, Kansas. It had not been Ms Lund who tried to stop Robin from pursuing the subject but said headmistress. Robin had however not backed down and even mentioned Abigail as some sort of threat to get their way. It was in some sense a victory of sorts to have been allowed to write the essay, even if it was under the condition that it had to first be approved by the head mistress and the board before they would be allowed to present it.<br/><br/>Ms Lund, who was originally from Boston, was also the one teacher at the school who understood Robin and their fluid gender-identity. She was the one they turned to if an issue arose, such as for instance not having to share a room with any of the other girls or boys and a separate shower booth.