“Are you sure you’re in the wrong place?” said Mr. Robert Hendrix as he pulled the luggage into the room. At 24, he was still a new, enthusiastic history teacher. He stood 5’11’’ with short, messy brown hair and brown eyes with glasses. His chubby body was in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and shorts that made him look even goofier. “I mean you’re over 18, you should know where you need to be I guess…”
“Yeah, and it’s, like, not here!” protested Victoria Meyers, still staring at her phone. And it made sense. The 5’6’’ cheerleader had long, perfectly styled blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. She had coordinated her entire wardrobe to be pink. Even her suitcase was pink. Her slim, toned body was in a light pink shirt and tight pink pants, with a dark pink sweater. She had impeccably done makeup, manicured fingers, and cutely painted toes peeking out from her luxury pink sandals. “I did not sign up to be a guy! Ugh!”
“Well where did you want to go? The Animal wing?”
Victoria made a face. “Eww, not a smelly animal either! Age would mayyybe have been okay… what am I, like, even doing in this place?”
Mr. Hendrix sighed. Truth be told she had been assigned to the Gender wing in the hopes that it would make her a bit more well-rounded. Seeing how the other side lives and all that. Victoria’s mean-girl attitude certainly needed some adjustment, but was that really what it needed?
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”, said Mr. Hendrix as Victoria pouted, tapping her foot. “Let’s see what our options are…”