Madison bit her bottom lip to suppress the urge to laugh as she watched her teacher with his eyebrow raised at her statement. Mr. Blackstone was so.. strange but in an alluring way. It confused the young girl immensely.<br/><br/>Then he read from her file and her face paled visibly, she hadn't been able to convince them that the world was different than the picture her parents painted. "Mark sent me here, my mother does as he says. 'A woman's place is in the kitchen... it's the man who makes the decisions and his wife should always support him and his decisions' as he would say. I could go on but I'm afraid it doesn't answer your question," she paused and kept her gaze locked on Mr. Blackstone's as he seemed to just stare at her. It felt like much more than a person showing that he or she were listening to what was being said. She shuddered and looked away.<br/><br/>He was being formal with her again calling her 'Miss Clarke', it made her feel old. "I don't agree with it in the slightest and I DON'T feel like I should have to explain why I am the way I am to you simply because of something Mark wrote when he tried to get rid of me. What does that have to do with this school anyways? What kind of school needs to know that information."<br/><br/>She leaned back slightly and nearly fell over, just barely catching herself before resuming her previous position. "And also I am not comfortable explaining myself and who I am to someone I barely know. Call it my defenses, if you will."<br/><br/>It was true afterall, her rebellious nature was all a defense tactic. Make things as difficult as possible and maybe you'll get left alone. For the most part, it worked but there were the occasions where it had gotten Mattie into far more trouble than she would like