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Authors note: This is based upon the short story "Gifted and Talented" by Ozhojabbe. In music there is something called Theme and Variate. This story is similar, there is a basic theme (the original story) and then variations upon that theme. In general unless it is impossible the same four characters are used. This is a different story than any I have written before. I hope you like it. Please comment...even if you have problems with it. But I have reordered the chapters (I added a few also). Kept tighter control over the characters, there are now only 4 in almost every scene so you can see what has happened to them and how the last iteration effected them in the next. I'm not saying the story is good, it might never be, but it is better now :-) Groundhog Day by itsme based on a short story by Ozhojabbe. Prologue. Daniel Corsetti phoned the Weymore Academy. His firm had transferred him to this little town Cold Harbor and his daughter would be attending the school soon. He wanted to make sure that she was placed in the right courses. He spent an hour on the phone going over what the school had to offer with Mrs. Werner the school's guidance counselor. She assured him that if things weren't right that she would make it right. All his daughter (Susan) had to do was see her and she would fix everything. Daniel thanked Mrs. Werner and told Susan if she had any problem who was the person to set things right. Chapter 1. Susan waited outside the office of the school counselor. The office was on the far end of the school, right next to the girl's locker room and the gym and sports fields. Old those involved in athletic activities like gym, the sports teams and cheerleading would have a need to come down here. It was almost time. Susan knew what she must do. It was a serious infraction and something had to be done. No one gets away with it. They were prepared to spend a decade or more to remedy the problem and now that she was found then Susan knew what she had to do. Not that she was given specific instructions. They left it up to her discretion. Susan got into character. She put a worried but determined look on her face. She was about to enter the office when a boy exited. She knew him, it was fifteen years old Joseph Brooks. Even as his age everyone at the school knew him. His talent in soccer might lead the team to victory one day. Joseph was tall, strong jaw for his age, he had just the beginnings of stubble on his face. It wasn't that he kept it is way for show, he simple didn't shave everyday yet. His black hair was parted on the left side. His physique was impressive for his age, but when he matured into a man (he was still very much a boy) he would be a heartthrob for women of all ages. Joseph was dressed in the male equivalent of the school uniform that Susan herself was wearing. Both were wearing a blue button down short sleeves shirt with the school crest proudly emblazoned on the right chest (Susan's was called a blouse not a shirt). The top was of course collared with ties. Both boys and girls wore plaid ties, but the boys was a standard straight men's tie and the girls wore cross ties. They both wore tan straight leg slacks. (Girls could wear a tan wrap around skirt if they chose) Black socks (girls could wear tights or stockings) and virtually identical regardless of gender black oxford shoes. But all that was irrelevant to Susan. She might look seventeen, but that wasn't the case. She was playing her part. Susan entered the outer office as sweet as come be. She saw the receptionist. The plaque on her desk proclaimed her as Mrs. Carlene Young. She was a middle aged woman in her early fifties. She wore a professional business suit. Susan stood in front of her desk and waited to be addressed. "May I help you?" Charlene said pleasantly. "Yes, thank you. I have a one o'clock appointment with Mrs. Werner." Charlene looked at the calendar on her computer screen. "Are you Susan Corsetti." "Yes I am." "Good, Mrs. Werner has been expecting you. Go right in." 24 year old Miriam Werner heard her office door open and continued to type the email she was writing. Miriam was very pretty. She was dressed in a long herringbone blazer with two buttons neither of which were fastened. Under the jacket she wore a yellow draped faux wrapped top with a v-neck which cradled her breasts. The tops of Miriam's breasts could clearly be seen over the top of the blouse. It was sexy, yet professional at the same time. She wore it with black ankle length skinny jeans and pumps with two and a half inch heel. Her makeup was pretty but understated. In her ears she wore the cutest diamond studs. "Um... excuse me. Are you the guidance counselor?" Susan asked tentatively. Miriam looked up, and tried to place the student. Blonde, glasses, no slouch in the looks department (in spite of the conservative clothing that made up the school uniform and lack of makeup) and eyes that radiated an extreme intelligence. There was also a confidence in her eyes that seemed a little out of place. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students (even if it wasn't much of a feat in a rural school like this,) but she was drawing a rare blank here. Susan spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" Susan tried to sound humble. But it was all an act. Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Susan looked nervous. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Miriam looked over Susan's records. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more challenging without breaking the school's budget..." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan couldn't believe this woman was going to try and use some new- agey crystal nonsense on her. Didn't she know that true power came from inside, not some some silly trinket. However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. There was a brief pause before Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." The pause in answering should have been Miriam's first warning sign. Miriam crossed her arms. "You're unhappy because your classes are too easy, correct?" "Yes," Susan answered in a monotone. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong with each of your classes. Let's start at the top, what don't you like about English 4?" Susan's response was an odd combination of breathy and robotic. "Too easy. Already read everything. Already took AP Literature and Composition." Miriam raised her eyebrows. "It sounds like you're an avid reader. Is that true?" Susan said, "Yes. Love reading. Do it. Non-stop." "Well, if you're going to get the most out of English 4, that needs to change. You actually hate reading." Susan furrowed her brow. "No. Love reading. So many... good memories." So there was the problem. "Susan, you can't remember the last time you read a book. It might have been in middle school, or elementary school." Without warning Susan's expression cleared. She didn't look dull and uninterested anymore, her eyes had returned to their bright intelligence. In a clear voice Susan stated "Do you think this crystal nonsense would work on me?" "What???" Miriam said surprised. Miriam thought this girl was going with the program. "It worked on everyone else," she thought. Then she came to the realization that they had found her. "Yeah, that's right," Susan said answering Miriam's unasked question. "we've found you. Did you really think you could hide from us? You steal a half a dozen artifacts and didn't think we would scour the Earth to find you. You really think these trinkets would give you real power." Susan shook her head. Miriam's first instinct was to flee, but she couldn't move. Not only was her body glued in place, but her eyes couldn't look away from Susan. She tried to say something, to beg for her life, but her mouth was as immobile as the rest of her. "So you were going to wipe away my intelligence? Make me just another dumb silly teenager? Well what's good for the goose is good for the gander. But let's make it ten time's worse. The intelligence in Miriam's eyes faded. Soon there was a childish innocence in her eyes as all of her knowledge, experience and intellect left her returning her back to a state she hadn't had since her third birthday. She could move again, her fear was gone. Everything around her seemed new and interesting. She grabbed a large paper clip from her desk attracted by it's pink color and started to play with it. Susan reached over onto the desk and pressed the intercom. "Miss Young," she said "I think Miriam needs to use the potty." Miss Young entered what used to be her old office (it was hers again) and called to Miriam. Miriam exited her seat, still holding onto the paper clip. Miss Young took Miriam by the hand and led her to the lady's room. Susan watched as they left the office. Miriam had stolen Carlene's body as well as her job. Before Carlene had exited the office, Susan swapped back their bodies. Carlene was back to her gorgeous 23 year old body. The soon to be pottying Miriam was back to her fifties. Carlene lifted Miriam's skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties helping her onto the toilet seat. She told the woman to just relax and let it go. Carlene turned on the water at the sink hoping the sound would inspire Miriam to potty. The trick worked. Carlene cleaned Miriam up with some toilet paper and led her back to her office. When they returned, Susan was gone. There wasn't any indication that she had ever been there at all. There wasn't even a record in the school that such a student ever existed. Carlene enjoyed having her daughter at work, but it wasn't professional. This would be the last time she took Miriam to work with her. From now on she would make sure there was a backup if her babysitter ever had an emergency again. "What do you have there?" Miriam had a shiny crystal in her hands, she was trying to suck it with her mouth. When Miss Young reached for it, it slipped out of her fingers as it was covered in spit. It fell onto and then off the table and smashed on the floor releasing a blinding light. Chapter 2. Susan Corsetti couldn't take it anymore. Her classes were just so darn boring, she hated them. She had been pushed all her life and now that everything was easy, she just couldn't stand it. Her father told her if there was a problem to see Mrs. Werner. He assured her that Mrs. Werner could fix any problem. Once entering Mrs. Warner's outer office she just pushed right through. Carlene Young, the receptionist tried to ask her who she was. Susan brushed passed her. Then a feeling a dread halted her in her tracks. She didn't want to enter. Not unannounced anyway. Susan approached the 23 year old receptionist. Susan thought the woman was quite pretty, despite trying to look professional in her business suit. "I'm Susan Corsetti. I have a one o'clock appointment with Mrs. Werner." "I have it here. Just go right in." On one of the chairs in the outer office was Joseph Brooks. Everyone knew about him at the school, he was just a sophomore, but his talent on the soccer field had caught everyone's eye. It was expected that he could lead the team to the championships one day. Miriam Werner heard her office door open and continued to type the email she was writing. "Are you the guidance counselor?" Susan felt better. She felt more in charge. Her feeling of dread vanished. She wondered why she had felt that way in the first place. Miriam looked up. Why was this girl talking to her without being acknowledged. Mrs. Warner had an intense dislike for this girl immediately. But try as she may she couldn't place the student. Blonde, glasses, no slouch in the looks department (in spite of the conservative clothing that made up the school uniform and lack of makeup) and eyes that radiated intelligence. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students but she was drawing a rare blank here. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. The girl obliged and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" She said "hope," but her voice made it sound more like a demand than a request. Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Susan looked nervous. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Miriam looked over Susan's records. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a Shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more challenging without breaking the school's budget..." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? She should have expected as much in such a back water place as Cold Harbor. However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. There was a brief pause before Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." Miriam crossed her arms. Looks like another trouble maker. Miriam hated trouble makers and she knew just what to do with them. Susan was about to join their ranks. "Susan, I want you to imagine yourself as an intricate sand castle. The underlying base is your intelligence. Your goodness as angels protected on the bottom and your bad traits like your meanness as gargoyles on the outside of the castle. Everything you have learn as towers that extend proudly from your intelligence. You see it there sitting proudly on the beach. But it has started to rain, a little drizzle at first. You look at your castle and everything isn't as sharp as it used to be. It is still impressive but not as sharp. Time passes and the rain gets a little harder. It's a steady rain small amount of sand from the top slips to the bottom. With that some of what you have learned also slips away. The rain is getting harder and now the castle isn't as high as it used to be. The detail is ebbing away. The rain keeps getting harder. The sand is filling with water. The water makes the castle sink more and more. It is spreading out over the ground getting lower and lower. The towers have fallen away as the base which is your intelligence can't support them anymore. The unprotected gargoyles are being washed away. But the rain continues. It is even getting harder. The rain finally ends and the sun comes out. You can't see much detail anymore, what was formerly a castle is now very little more than a lump of sand on the beach hardly recognizable. You look around and can see many people building their own sandcastles. You can see sandcastles built by four and five year olds that are even more impressive than yours. You try and fix your own castle, but you have forgotten how. You need someone to help you. But even when you are helped, your castle is so full of water it's hard to make any progress. But you don't mind, because even though a lot of your intelligence was washed to the ground, all of your meanness, your envy, your sadness and even your pride has been washed away. Anything that makes you not a nice person is gone and never to be found again. All you are left with is your collapsed intelligence and the protected angels which was kept safe from the water. Susan smiled. The intelligence in her eyes was gone. She stood there wide eyed and innocent. Miriam had done this type of thing many times before with the trouble makers of the school. Queen bees, bullies, practical jokers and people she just didn't like all were reduced to a ruined sand castle. "Now Susan we have a nice class for people who like a challenge like you. There will be people there to help you as well as a lot of students like you. You will be happy there. We even have a special outfit for your class. You you like to see it?" "Yeah." "Good, I happen to have one in my desk. Would you like to try it on?" "Yeah." "Let me get your out of what you are wearing," Miriam started to unbutton Susan's blouse. Susan didn't mind at all. She was glad someone was helping her. That is why she came here in the first place to get some help. Miriam removed Susan's blouse, pants, shoes and socks, even her underwear. Soon, Susan stood before Miriam completely naked. Not that she had any embarrassment about being naked at all. Her modesty along with any knowledge of sex had been washed away with everything else. Miriam then had Susan step into a plain white pantie brief. She told her to lift her arms and pulled a white t-shirt down her torso. Unisex denim overall's that hooked on the bib in the front was placed over her underwear and her shirt was put on next. Then white socks and slip-on sneakers completed her look. Miriam planned to lead her down to the special classroom. Inside were over a dozen other students, all identically dressed. All the students were high school age, but they ranged from freshman to seniors. Some were boys and some were girls. All were being lead by the teacher into making finger painted drawings. These students had once been the worse students in the school. Some had been bullies, other's were stuck up cheerleaders, others were thieves or just people who were too disruptive in their classes. All had been sent to Miriam and all had ended up spending all their time in the school special education class. It was run like a pre-school class for happy four years olds than for high schoolers. They even referred to the restrooms as potties just like in a real preschool. Susan was completely dressed in her new school uniform. She was incapable of dressing herself alone regardless of the outfit now. It was time to put the crystal away. Without looking Miriam reached for the crystal but she knocked it off it's stand. It rolled toward the edge of the table. Miriam desperately tried to reach for it but it was too late. It fell off the table and smashed on the floor releasing a blinding light. Chapter 3. Susan walked into the office of the school counselor. She knew that her father had made an appointment for her. She walked up to the desk where the receptionist sat. She was short, even shorter than the desk. "Hello," Susan said. 22 year old Carlene Young had to stand up a bit to see the little girl standing in front of her. The girl couldn't be more than four years old, or maybe three. But despite her age she wore the same school uniform that all the other students wore. She wore the short sleeved button down blouse with plaid cross tie, tan straight leg slacks, black socks and oxford shoes. Identical to every other girl in the Weymore Academe (although some girls like to wear skirts instead of pants.) Carlene didn't know they made the uniform in such a small size. It was like Susan was playing dress up. But Carlene knew better, Susan was a student who had transferred in to the school a couple weeks ago. "How can I help you honey?" Carlene asked cheerily. "I have a one o'clock appointment with Mrs. Werner." Susan's voice was high pitched like the little girl she was, but it didn't have a little girl lisp. It is strong and clear and radiated an intelligence beyond her years. "She's in with another student. But she should be done very soon. Take a seat." Charlene thought it was so cute, how little Susan had to actually climb up to get on the chair. Her legs were so short, that her feet were actually suspended in mid air. A few minute's later, Joseph Brooks soccer prodigy and seen to be heartthrob exited Mrs. Werner's office. He was only sixteen, but he was expected to lead the soccer team to victory in the coming school year. Everyone at the school knew him. He was dressed in the same school uniform as Susan was. Although the uniform didn't look quite as cute on him as it did on little Susan. "You can go in now," Charlene informed Susan. Susan climbed down off the chair and walked to Mrs. Werner's office. Charlene smiled, she was just so cute. Miriam Werner heard her office door open and continued to type the email she was writing. "Um... excuse me. Are you the guidance counselor?" Susan said in her high pitched little girl voice. Miriam looked up, and tried to place the student. Blonde, glasses, cute as a bug in the rug. But her eyes that radiated an intelligence not found in any typical four year old. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students but in Susan's case it was easy. There weren't any other four year olds who were seniors in high school. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. Once again Susan climbed up onto the seat. The girl obliged and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" Miriam listened patiently to Susan's complaint and smiled. I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Susan looked nervous, she was fidgeting in her seat. . "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Susan looked like she was four, but she talked like she was an intelligent high school senior, not a genius four year old. Miriam looked over Susan's records. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a Shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more challenging without breaking the school's budget..." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? She should have expected as much in such a back water place as Cold Harbor. However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." Miriam crossed her arms. What was the best way to do this? "You're unhappy because your classes are too easy, correct?" "Yes." "Why don't you tell me what's wrong with each of your classes. Let's start at the top, what don't you like about English 4?" Susan's response was an odd combination of breathy and robotic. "Too easy. Already read everything. Already took AP Literature and Composition." Miriam raised her eyebrows. "It sounds like you're an avid reader. Is that true?" Susan said, "Yes. Love reading. Do it. Non-stop." "Well, if you're going to get the most out of English 4, that needs to change. You actually hate reading. You prefer playing with your barbies." Susan furrowed her brow. "No. Love reading. So many... good memories." So there was the problem. "Susan, you can't remember the last time you read a book." Susan seemed to process this. "Susan, tell me the last book you read?" Susan looked confused. "Don't... remember." Miriam nodded. "Alright, Susan. You hate reading books. You prefer to find summaries online, or to ask your classmates what happened in the last reading." Susan sat for a long time, a number of emotions passing over her face. Miriam always found it interesting seeing how radical changes played out in a person's psyche. Finally, Susan's face was again neutral. "Alright, Susan. What do you think about reading?" Susan had a look of disgust on her face. "Don't like it. Play barbies instead." Miriam smiled. "Alright, do you think your English 4 class is going to be too easy for you?" Susan shook her head, never taking her eyes off Miriam's stare. "No." "Okay, moving on. What's wrong with your Calculus class?" Susan sighed. "Already taken Calculus III and Differential Equations classes." This should be an easy fix. "Alright, you don't remember taking any Calculus classes. In fact, you haven't really taken Pre-calculus." Catching up halfway through a semester of Calculus was sure to be difficult. Miriam went through Susan's remaining classes and erased knowledge and altered preferences as necessary. Miriam questioned Susan and was satisfied that she would find all her classes challenging. However, Miriam still felt like something was missing. She had removed so many of Susan's interests, maybe she should give her some new ones so she wouldn't find her life suddenly strangely empty? Miriam looked away from the direct contact she had had with Susan. She smiled as Susan trance lifted slightly but not totally. "I'm the school counselor. You wanted to talk to me about your classes being too easy. Isn't that right?" Miriam questioned. Susan's eyes had an emptiness to them that was different from her trance-like state. So much of her was missing. "Um, like, why would I do that? My classes are actually, like, super hard. I barely know what's going on in most of them." The four year old didn't sound like a highly intelligent teenager anymore. Now the high pitch of her voice suited the ditzy teen persona she now had. Her little girl voice actually enhanced the effect. "Well, I can put you in lower level or remedial classes if you don't feel your previous school prepared you for what you're currently taking?" Susan shook her head. "Like god no, fer sure. I like can handle it, I am like very brainy." She wasn't as smart as she thought she was. She was now all full of bluster but she no longer had the ability she previously had. Miriam was satisfied with what she had done. It was time to put the crystal away. Without looking Miriam reached for the crystal but she knocked it off it's stand. It rolled toward the edge of the table. Miriam desperately tried to reach for it but it was too late. It fell off the table and smashed on the floor releasing a blinding light. Chapter 4. Susan Corsetti couldn't take it anymore. Her classes were just so darn boring, she hated them. She had been pushed all her life and now that everything was easy, she just couldn't stand it. Her father told her if there was a problem to see Mrs. Werner. He assured her that Mrs. Werner could fix any problem. Once entering Mrs. Warner's outer office she just pushed right through. Joseph Brooks the sixteen year old soccer star was hitting upon Carlene Young the twenty-one year old receptionist. Joseph had to pass by Mrs. Werner's office to get to the soccer fields. He liked to stop on on his way just to see Carlene. Mrs. Werner could see the fields from her office window on the occasions that she looked outside. Both the sports teams and cheerleaders practiced there regularly. Carlene didn't care if the high school sophomore was the best soccer player this school had ever scene, she wasn't into dating any of the students. Despite the fact that Joseph was tall, muscular and was starting to develop some stubble on his cheeks that make him both look sexy and older. Carlene was all business when it came to work, as her business suit plainly indicated to all who entered. Since Carlene was occupied, Susan walked right by her. As a four year old, she wasn't even four feet now and was easily missed. She wanted to just talk to Mrs. Werner herself and didn't care about the simple etiquette of being announced by the receptionist. Miriam Werner heard her office door open and continued to type the email she was writing. "Um... excuse me. Are you the guidance counselor?" Susan didn't have time to wait to be acknowledged. She was missing her lunch period to talk to the counselor. Miriam looked up, and tried to place the student. Blonde, glasses, cute as a bug in a rug but she had eyes that radiated intelligence that no other four year old could ever have. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students. She knew who it must be. She was wearing the standard school uniform. There was only one four year old who was attending the high school. Everyone knew her, but this was the first time that they had met. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. The girl obliged and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" She said "hope," but her voice made it sound more like a demand than a request. Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Susan felt nervous. She sensed something wrong. Something besides not being in the right courses. But Susan chalked up her unease to sneaking into the office. She pressed on. Of course it might be that she had to go to the lady's room, her bladder was quite small, but what was she going to do. She was only four. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Miriam looked over Susan's records. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a Shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. The girl had it all but it wasn't enough. Miriam decided to fix the girl so she could have as much as she wanted. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more challenging without breaking the school's budget..." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? She should have expected as much in such a back water place as Cold Harbor. However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, little Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." This little girl was a genius. Maybe Miriam could fix that. She didn't want to send her back to preschool, but maybe make this girl a little more average. "The problem is that you hunger for knowledge and we don't have the advanced classes for you. But let's change what you hunger for so you can have as much as you want. Right now you have a high IQ and a small body. Let's swap that. Let's start with kindergarten. You are supposed to be five when you are in kindergarten. (Susan's body matured a little, she grew three or four inches. She was still cute though.) There is no need to excel there, you can just be average like everyone else but when it comes time to eat you will want as much as you can handle." Susan gained a little weight, not too much as a five year old how much could she eat. But as Miriam moved from grade to grade, Susan got older and older and fatter and fatter. The more she had excelled in education before the more her weight would increase over average now. Her body swelled up until she weighed close to two hundred and fifty pounds as she was a typical senior at seventeen years old. "As you were saying," Miriam asked again, "something is wrong with your classes?" "Ummm, no. I don't know why I came here." She was hungry and lunch period would be over soon. Miriam was satisfied with what she had done. It was time to put the crystal away. Without looking Miriam reached for the crystal but she knocked it off it's stand. It rolled toward the edge of the table. Miriam desperately tried to reach for it but it was too late. It fell off the table and smashed on the floor releasing a blinding light. Chapter 5. Susan Corsetti couldn't take it anymore. Her classes were just so darn boring, she hated them. She had been pushed all her life and now that everything was easy, she just couldn't stand it. Her father told her if there was a problem to see Mrs. Werner. He assured her that Mrs. Werner could fix any problem. Once entering Mrs. Warner's outer office she just pushed right through. Carlene Young, the twenty-one year old receptionist tried to ask her who she was, but Susan wasn't going to bother with the underlings. She wanted to just talk to Mrs. Werner herself and didn't care about the simple etiquette of being announced by the receptionist. Besides, Joseph Brooks, the seventeen year old soccer star was flirting with the receptionist. There was only four years difference in their ages. Carlene was feigning disinterest, but there were subtle indications that she didn't mind this handsome boy (soon to be man) hitting upon her. She had been chunky (to put it mildly) all her life. She never had someone as cute as Joseph hit upon her. She was a little embarrassed about her weight which made her more receptive to his charms. Joseph was dressed like a student in the school uniform and Carlene was dressed like a professional in her business suit, but that didn't matter. He was a man, she was a woman and both thought the other one hot. Miriam Werner heard her office door open and continued to type the email she was writing. "Um...Are you the guidance counselor?" Miriam looked up, and tried to place the student. Blonde, glasses, no slouch in the looks department (maybe a little chunky, but no where as big as Carlene. If she lost a few pounds this girl could be very pretty) and eyes that radiated intelligence. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students, but she was drawing a rare blank here. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. The girl obliged and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" She said "hope," but her voice made it sound more like a demand than a request. Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Now that she was confronting Mrs. Werner, Susan's confidence began to falter slightly. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Miriam looked over Susan's records. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a Shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more challenging without breaking the school's budget..." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? She should have expected as much in such a back water place as Cold Harbor. However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." Miriam crossed her arms. What was the best way to do this? "You're unhappy because your classes are too easy, correct?" "Yes." "Why don't you tell me what's wrong with each of your classes. Let's start at the top, what don't you like about English 4?" Susan's response was an odd combination of breathy and robotic. "Too easy. Already read everything. Already took AP Literature and Composition." Miriam raised her eyebrows. "It sounds like you're an avid reader. Is that true?" Susan said, "Yes. Love reading. Do it. Non-stop." "Well, if you're going to get the most out of English 4, that needs to change. You actually hate reading." Susan furrowed her brow. "No. Love reading. So many... good memories." So there was the problem. "Susan, you can't remember the last time you read a book. It might have been in middle school, or elementary school." Miriam went through Susan's classes and erased knowledge and altered preferences as necessary. Miriam questioned Susan and was satisfied that she would find all her classes challenging. However, Miriam still felt like something was missing. She had removed so many of Susan's interests, maybe she should give her some new ones so she wouldn't find her life suddenly strangely empty? "Susan, you love fashion. You love makeup. You want a hot body. You are more interested in working out than your school work. Anything you can do to make yourself sexier, that is what you want. That is the best way to find a man. When you're not thinking about school, which is often, you should be thinking about finding a good husband who can support you." Miriam looked away from the direct contact she had had with Susan. She smiled as Susan trance lifted slightly but not totally. "I'm the school counselor. You wanted to talk to me about your classes being too easy. Isn't that right?" Miriam questioned. Susan's eyes had an emptiness to them that was different from her trance-like state. So much of her was missing. "Um, like, why would I do that? My classes are actually, like, super hard. I barely know what's going on in most of them." "Well, I can put you in lower level or remedial classes if you don't feel your previous school prepared you for the classes you're currently taking?" Susan shook her head and smiled. "No, like, thank you! I like a good challenge!" Miriam was satisfied with what she had done. It was time to put the crystal away. Without looking Miriam reached for the crystal but she knocked it off it's stand. It rolled toward the edge of the table. Miriam desperately tried to reach for it but it was too late. It fell off the table and smashed on the floor releasing a blinding light. Chapter 6. Susan Corsetti couldn't take it anymore. Her classes were just so darn boring, she hated them. She had been pushed all her life and now that everything was easy, she just couldn't stand it. Her father told her if there was a problem to see Mrs. Werner. He assured her that Mrs. Werner could fix any problem. Once entering Mrs. Warner's outer office she just pushed right through. Carlene Young, the receptionist put down her copy of 'Shape' magazine and asked her who she was, but Susan wasn't going to bother with the underlings. Carlene was only a couple years older than she was, maybe twenty. She wanted to just talk to Mrs. Werner herself and didn't care about the simple etiquette of being announced by the receptionist. As she opened the door, Joseph Brooks the soccer star was exiting the office. Joseph was still a junior but he was going to lead the team to victory this year. There wasn't any doubt in the matter. She brushed passed him, not even noticing the lipstick on his face and neck Joseph looked over at Miriam but she waved him off. "We'll go 'those exercises' next time, Joseph. Be here at the same time tomorrow." "Sure thing, Mir, er, Mrs. Werner." Joseph closed the door. "Are you the guidance counselor?" Susan half asked, half demanded. Miriam hated the girl instantly. Who was she to barge into her office. She had almost caught her with Joseph. But try as she may she couldn't place the student. Blonde, glasses, very fit, no slouch in the looks department (in spite of the conservative clothing that made up the school uniform and lack of makeup) and eyes that radiated intelligence. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students, but she was drawing a rare blank here. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. The girl obliged and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" She said "hope," but her voice made it sound more like a demand than a request. Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Susan looked nervous. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, easy. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Miriam looked over Susan's records. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a Shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more challenging without breaking the school's budget..." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? She should have expected as much in such a back water place as Cold Harbor. However, as she glanced at the crystal she couldn't help but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie-like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." Miriam crossed her arms. What was the best way to do this? "You're unhappy because your classes are too easy, correct?" "Yes." "Well there is more to getting into college than taking classes." "There is?" "Yes, there is also a social side. You have to fit in with people and do the extracurricular stuff." "That is true." "You want to fit in with the girls and be popular with the boys." "I want to fit in." "What I think you should do is join some of the school activities. The popular ones you would like are cheer-leading, of course, and then the dance club and fashion club. You want to join them all, don't you?" "Yes," Susan said somewhat roboticly. She had never had any interest in those things before, but now they became the most important things to her. "Now since this is your first year here it will take some doing to get into these clubs, but I suggest you try your best. You will have to find the people in them and make them like you. That means doing anything they want. You know kiss their butt. There won't be anything you won't do to make them like you. It's all worth it. There is nothing you won't do to be popular." "Right." "People don't like being with people who they think are smarter than them. So you shouldn't act like you are smart." "That's a great idea." "Look at how you are dressed. I know there is a dress code. But that is only during class hours. You should change into some clothes you like better as soon as possible. I know a girl like you prefers clothes that are tight fitting and shows off as much skin as possible. You should store clothes to change into in your locker so you don't have to go home to change." "OK." "You should wear more makeup. You know bright colors that show off your lips and your eyes." "OK." "Always smile and giggle, people like that. You want to seem cheerful at all times." "Another great idea." "Now when it comes to boys do you want my advice?" "Yes, definitely." "Do you know what is the best looking part of a boy?" "What?" "His penis. Every boys penis is pretty. I know you want to see them all." "I do." "But more than see them, you want to touch them, feel them all over your body, have them inside you. You know inside your mouth, your butt, your pussy. There is that nothing feels as good as a penis inside you...any penis." "Uh huh." "You will do anything to see, to touch, to feel as many dicks as you can. It doesn't matter if you have a boyfriend, if you can get another dick inside you, you would do anything. With most boys it should be easy. But some boys you might have to be very how should I say direct. You don't mind doing that." "I don't mind." "It doesn't matter if the boy is the studliest of jocks or the gangliest of nerds you want them all. Don't you?" "Yes, I do." "I know you want to do something more challenging. I'm sure many of the teachers can give you personalized instruction at their homes. I can arrange for you to see your teachers outside school hours. You know when they have free time. When their wives or girlfriends are away. You you like me to contact them for you?" "Yes." Miriam would call her good friends and tell them what to expect. Susan would be a lot of fun for them, especially during poker nights when several of the guys would be over. Miriam thought that soon, Susan would be too busy for studying anyhow. She wouldn't care about her classes. Not that her grades would suffer. Miriam was satisfied with what she had done. It was time to put the crystal away. Without looking Miriam reached for the crystal but she knocked it off it's stand. It rolled toward the edge of the table. Miriam desperately tried to reach for it but it was too late. It fell off the table and smashed on the floor releasing a blinding light. Chapter 7. Susan Corsetti couldn't take it anymore. Her classes were just so darn boring, she hated them. She had been pushed all her life and now that everything was easy, she just couldn't stand it. Her father told her if there was a problem to see Mrs. Werner. He assured her that Mrs. Werner could fix any problem. Once entering Mrs. Warner's she saw the back of a cheerleader enter Mrs. Werner's office. The lockers were just next door so this boy was still wearing his cheerleading uniform. Joseph Brooke the only male cheerleader wore the same uniform as all the girls, but he fit right in with them. His strength and height with his thin athletic build and flexibility had him a perfect fit for the cheerleaders. He could kick as high as any of the girls and was do any flips. But he was strong enough to be at the bottom of the pyramid and was tall enough to be in the center of any formation. Once in the outer office Susan saw the receptionist tried to ask her who she was. The plaque on the receptionists desk stated that she was Carlene Young. Carlene was obviously a student just like Susan. She was approximately the same age and she wore the same school uniform. "I'm Susan Corsetti, I have a one o'clock appointment with Mrs. Warner." "Please take a seat, she's in with another student." Susan didn't want to wait. But she had no choice. She didn't want to be here at all not really. She was having strange feelings all day like she had done this before. But she was here now and so she took a seat. Susan looked at Carlene who was dressed in the same uniform that she was wearing. "Everything is so regimented here," she thought. Everyone boy or girl wore pretty much the same thing. There was very little deviation even among the sexes. Susan was bored by the school uniform. It started with a sleeveless open netted crop top. The top couldn't be so low that your belly button wasn't exposed and the netting made it impossible not to see the bra underneath. Susan assumed that this was so that the administration could make sure all students were wearing a push-up bra that heightened and highlighted the tops of the girl's breasts. Boys were allowed to wear falsies in their bra if the chose too. Under the top, a student had a choice of daisy dukes or a denim micro-mini skirt All students had to wear it with peep toed pumps with a three inch heel. (two and a half inch or three and a half inch weren't acceptable.) Boys had to wear a similar outfit, except boys could wear their shorts or skirt with sheer hose. And some boys with hairy chests could get away without wearing a bra. Girl's weren't allowed to wear hose of any type even in the winter. Regardless of whether a student wore hose or not, legs and underarms had to be shaved smooth. They even had rules on the makeup a student had to wear. The lipstick had to be bright and bold and be appropriate for a student's skin tone. (The darker skinned students could wear more of a purplish colored lipstick whereas the paler students wore bright red colors.) Neutral tones were never acceptable. Proper foundation and blush that matched the lipstick had to be applied. The eyes had to have a smokey look and the eyebrows had to be trimmed into high arches. Hair had to be tinted blonde and half way down the shoulders. This wasn't too much trouble for Susan, but the African American students had a tough time with this requirement. Some had to wear wigs. Large hoop earrings (at least as wide as the ears themselves) had to be warn too. Long nails in the same color as the lipstick was also require. There was no exceptions. Boy or girl it didn't matter. If a student showed up without the proper makeup they were taken to the office and the makeup was applied for them. If it happened a second time a belly button piercing would be required. Additional piercings were performed after each further infraction. Susan was a 'good girl'. She didn't have any additional piercings. She was happy to see that neither did Carlene. While she waited, Susan took out a compact and freshened her makeup. She hoped it would take long. From within Miriam's office loud voices could be heard. "You want me to do what? I'm leaving." "Not before you look at this," Miriam yelled. "Get that thing away from me, you sow. I'M NOT LOOKING AT ANY SORT OF NEW-AGEY CRYSTAL NONSENSE." Then there was a loud crash followed by a blinding light which could be seen under the door jam of Miriam's office. Chapter 8. Susan Corsetti couldn't take it anymore. Her classes were just so darn boring, she hated them. She had been pushed all her life and now that everything was easy, she just couldn't stand it. Her father told her if there was a problem to see Mrs. Werner. He assured her that Mrs. Werner could fix any problem. Once entering Mrs. Warner's outer office she just strutted right passed the receptionist. Carlene Young, the receptionist couldn't be any older than Susan was. Carlene was the school intern hoping this job would look better on her college transcript. They were both eighteen years old and they both wore the school uniform. But there was a vast difference between them. Carlene tried to maintain a professional appearance. But her pig-tails seemed to give her more of a farm girl look. Maybe of the students had a similar look. This was a rural farming community after all. Susan on the other hand tried to push the envelop when it came to the uniform. She was a city-girl at heart. She would fold the belt of the skirt over so the length was shorter. She purposefully stuffed her bra so her bust looked bigger. She couldn't wear 'makeup, but she wore foundation anyway. She couldn't wear lipstick but she always carried red Chapstick to give her lips a poutier look. Charlene tried to ask her who she was. "Excuse me can I help you?" "I'm Susan Corsetti," she said. "I have a one o'clock appointment with Mrs. Werner." "It'll be just a second. Mrs. Werner is meeting with another student," Carlene informed her. But Susan ignored her and headed towards the office door. As she opened the door, Joseph Brooks the soccer star was exiting the office. Joseph was still a junior but he was going to lead the team to victory this year. There wasn't any doubt in the matter. She brushed passed him, she saw the lipstick on his lips, chin and neck. A knowing grin appeared upon Susan's face. She had seen more of Joseph than Mrs. Werner had. Susan wondered if Mrs. Werner knew that he might be a big strong soccer star, but where it counted he wasn't even average. Joseph looked over at Miriam but she waved him off. "Well go over what we were discussing next time, Joseph. Be here at the same time tomorrow." "Sure thing, Mir, er, Mrs. Werner." Joseph closed the door. "Are you the guidance counselor?" Susan half asked, half demanded. Miriam hated the girl instantly. Who was she to barge into her office. She had almost caught her with Joseph. She had just reapplied her lipstick but hadn't put her blazer back on. She also hadn't fastened the top button of her V-neck yellow draped faux wrapped blouse. Without her blazer, the outline of her bra could be clearly scene under the sheer fabric. Miriam tried to recall the student but try as she may she couldn't place the student. Blonde, glasses, very fit, sexy (in spite of the conservative clothing that made up the school uniform) and eyes that radiated intelligence. Miriam prided herself on knowing all of the school's students, but she was drawing a rare blank here. She nodded and motioned for the girl to sit. Susan sat and crossed her legs. She wasn't wearing any tights exposing her shapely legs and spoke again. "I know I just transferred in, but I'm not finding my classes challenging enough. I was hoping I could talk to you about fixing them?" She said with a breathy sensuous voice. Miriam smiled. So this was the new transfer student all the teachers were talking about. The female teachers were talking about this girls brains and the male teachers were just talking about her. Susan had private lessons at some of the male teachers homes...when their wives were not home of course. Miriam wanted to meet this girl, but she hadn't gotten around to it. "Ah, so you're Susan Corsetti, then? I'm sorry to hear that the course load your father and I hashed out over the phone isn't to your liking. What exactly is the problem?" Miriam pulled up Susan's profile on her computer. Susan's father had moved from the city to the country because he was having a mid-life crisis. He had worked hard all his life to get ahead and once he got there he didn't know what it was all for. One day he had enough and quit his job, moved to a farming community and bought a farm. Susan was forced to come with him of course and was now miserable. She had always been driven like her father. She excelled at everything including sex. Susan looked nervous, something wasn't right. She felt like she had done all this before. Susan never had deja vu like this. This distracted her for a second, but the confident woman she was she soldiered on. "Well, it's just... At my old school I was in the gifted and talented program, and all of my classes were honors and AP classes. Right now, you guys have me in the same classes that all the other seniors are taking. I've already taken half of the classes I'm currently enrolled in, and even the ones I haven't taken already are painfully slow and, well, boring. Since this is my last year, I was hoping to have more challenging classes to prepare me for college..." Miriam looked over Susan's records. She saw the classes that Susan was taking. There was some of the top classes in this school. This was a rural school after all. All the so call boring classes were agricultural classes. It included chemistry of soil, the biology of goats, pigs and cows and agricultural accounting. "I'm sorry Susan, but we're a small rural district. We've never really had the funding to offer AP and honors classes. I'm afraid your last year might have to be an easy one for you. Look on the bright side, you'll probably be a Shoo-in for any college you decide to apply to. Very few of our students ever attend college you'll be a feather in our cap." Susan looked crestfallen. Miriam frowned. This wouldn't do at all. She promised her dad that she could solve any problems. "That said... I might still be able to help you. I do have a way to make your classes more interesting." Susan brightened a little. "Really? How?" Miriam pulled out a red crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. "With this. Why don't you take a closer look?" Miriam placed the crystal on a stand on her desk. Susan's excitement faded. Was this some sort of new-agey crystal nonsense? She felt a sense of dread wash over her. She glanced at the crystal she couldn't help despite her trepidation but notice the strange star pattern the light made as it passed through. Even though it sat perfectly still, it seemed to move, radiating outward again... and again... and again... Eventually, Susan was just staring, zombie- like at the crystal. Miriam stared into her eyes like she was staring into her soul. "Susan, can you hear me?" Miriam asked. Susan gave a soft, breathy response. "Yes." Miriam crossed her arms. What was the best way to do this? Miriam's farming community had been dwindling in recent years if not decades. Her rural culture was dying and she determined to keep it alive. Many of the younger people had left the farm forever and few were returning. Miriam wanted this talented girl to stay and help Miriam return what she loved into its former glory. "You're unhappy because your cl