 Post 1: Clean Up Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe had been in this lesson the whole time, sitting on an overturned wheel to be precise. She had been here. Listening, doing her thing, being Chloe and so judging some of the boys dumber answers came hand in hand with that. But she was here and listening.
It took her longer than the other students to get to work on the volunteering aspect of the lesson because she couldn't really believe she was doing there here. Now. This was her whole life back home. Save the environment, fix the world. Blah blah environmentalist father blah.
Composing herself slightly, Chloe managed to get her monster of hair up in a messy bun at the top of her head. Very messy. Pieces flying everywhere but it would do.
She spotted her first task. Rolling one of the busted, gigantic wheels to the nearest trash bin. The very same wheel that Chloe was only slightly taller than. The wheel that was really heavy. The wheel that when she tried to push it all she managed to get out was a really loud grunt and nothing. It didn't move. It didn't even budge.
The twelve year old itched for her wand. Levitating it and throwing it away would have been so much easier. UGH.
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