Beth had taken to drawing again and was laid onut on her bed on her stomach. She looked up at the rushed knock and was shocked to see her teacher there...without her roommate. "Where's Ma-" she began before he started his speech. Nodding she scrambled up to sit on the edge of her bed and lowered her eyes to look at her fingers. They were black from the charcoal she'd been using to draw, but they were marks she didn't mind.<br/>She was afraid to look at Mr. Blackstone. She assumed that was her personal file he was flipping through and he'd find all sorts of embarassing things out about her. She was a virgin for one. That fact was the single most horrifying thing for Beth to admit. She could have lost it plenty of times, but if she ever got too close to a boy, her 'uncle' would grow livid and scare the boy away usually. Eventually, they all stopped trying. Worrying her bottom lip, Beth sat along the end of the bed and waited. She hated authority, hated being told what to do, but for the sake of her education and getting out of that house, she was trying.