"Honestly, I have no clue Mr. Blackstone. I just know I am not what my parents want me to be," Madison replied. She wasn't sure if he was saying that she should continue to fight or not. Something about the way he had worded it left her unsure so she left the subject alone.<br/><br/>She sat in her least favorite chair, her body rigid out of fear of falling. Without her arms her face would certainly hit the teacher's desk. Madison visibly squirmed  under his gaze. Normally when she was in trouble there were no words. Simply belt and pain. Occassionally the paddle her father had found on the street. "What is it you want me to say? I'm just confused, and more than a little scared," she confessed. "This place scares me and struggling at every turn is the only thing I can do, but from the way you all act it seems I am supposed to simply accept what this school demands and I am not comfortable with that."