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Genie 101
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T
he classroom is (you guessed it) green. Fluores-
cent green. I squint my eyes tighter and wish for
sunglasses. A wish that does not come true. But
my eyes adjust, and I look around.
Besides the color, it’s not so different from
an ordinary classroom. There’s a whiteboard up
front and other kids sitting behind desks. They’re
dressed in the same weird green wet suit that I
am. But the kids themselves are different from
anyone you’d find at Pinemont Elementary.
The first difference is their age. Or should
I say
ages
, plural. Two of them look like they’re
