Esther peeked over Marshall's shoulder every so often during class. It was boring stuff, and she didn't bother trying to participate. The teacher called on her only once. She had smiled, as she usually did in that "You can't be serious" way that got her out of class participation most of the time. In this case, the question had been written on the board, and Esther took a moment to look over it before giving a correct answer.<br/><br/>In truth, she hadn't been paying attention. But giving teachers the right answer after dragging it out made them stop wasting her time, and she was passed over for the rest of the period.<br/><br/>She was amazed at Marshall. The boy was an MIT Marerial Diamond in the Rough. She watched intrigued as he went through problems for fun, and smiled at it. Math wasn't her bag, but she could appreciate how some people made sense of the universe by learning it, so she at least recognized a numerical savants as a genius, and approxiated them for it.<br/><br/>As the bell rang, she checked to make sure her things were gathered, and plotted about where Band Boy might be between classes.  And then Marshall turned and.. Thanked her?<br/><br/>"For what?" she laughed, confused. And then the boy was off. "Hey, wait a.." she ventured as he sped toward and out the door. Ooookay, she thought.  Just how many fucking transhuman candidates do we have in this damn school?  She stood quickly and marched for the door, not willing to believe that Marshall was another Other Touched, but very curious why he had thanked her. He was weird. Legitmately so.<br/><br/>Out in the hall, she hoped to catch sight of him. But there was nothing. Cursing under her breath, she decided to sweep by the Band Wing on her way to her next class. If she could find Band Boy, Post-Larval, Number Muncher, or Woodwind.. no, Chatty Clarey?  Nah.. What was a good name for Graves?  She amused herself with such thoughts as she went past the band room, spying inside for anyone she was targeting.  She was conscious that she could simply skip class and get these people.. Or even go to the office and have them paged. She needed to rethink her strategy. This wasn't how she wanted her first day as a new Esther to go. If no one she needed was there, she would ask the director, or whatever the teacher was calling himself, when Jason or Amalia might show up.<br/><br/>The next class wasn't too far away. She felt like she had to be there, but then realized this was indoctrination. She resolved to be late to her next class, if she decided to go at all. These were high stakes she was trying to inform the others of, after all.  And honestly, when the best part of a class is watching the. We kid do math problems, you start to rethink going to class at all.