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Rooms that they have across campus. Despite there being thirty of these rooms at the school, they are supposedly such a popular place to go you have to book them ahead of time (as if!). Last and certainly least in my mind, there is a mentoring system, in which each First-Year can get tutored by an upper year, if they’re having any difficulty in their coursework, or if they’d just like to review a subject’s concepts with a senior student. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah .
    By the time I get home, I feel exhausted and miss Aaron and my other best friend, Taylor, more and more. Taylor is several months older than me and has been gone to Secondary since October. If Aaron is the friend that helps me to wind down and just be still, then Taylor is the one who gets me going. Most of the time when Taylor and I were in class together, we’d be laughing or yelling. Teachers never let us sit next to each other in class for more than one day because we wouldn’t shut up. Whenever there was a talent show at Primary, we sang duets, each of us trying to be louder than the other, even if it meant being off key. Everything was always a bit brighter and more exciting with Taylor around.
    Seeing the pictures in the brochure of all of those smiling, perfect girls makes me realize just how much I miss her. The fact that I have no idea which Home School she was sent to makes it even worse. Is it possible that she could be at ISTJ, too, even though I know in my gut that she must be an Extra?
    I head to my room and write a letter to her. While I don’t know which Home School she’s at exactly, the fact that my sister goes to an Extra Home School means that I’m at least a step closer to getting in contact with her.
    When Hannah enters the room, I immediately walk over to her and grab her brush off the side table. “Let me,” I say.
    “Okay, thanks,” she says, sitting down on her bed and pulling an elastic out of her hair. “I’ve got play practice tonight and want it to look really good.”
    “You always look good,” I say, starting to brush her thick wavy brown hair, so different from my own, which is so fine I could use a baby’s comb through it. Touching my sister makes me realize just how much I’ll miss her. At least while I’m in Primary I still get to see Hannah whenever she comes home on a weekend or during any vacation. But once I’m at ISTJ I can’t even count on sharing the same school holidays, as I’ve heard that staggering them between the schools is common.
    “If I give you a letter for Taylor,” I say, pulling the brush through her thick waves, “do you think you could give it to her when you go back to your school on Monday?”
    “Taylor? You mean Taylor Irving, your friend from Primary? Why do you think I’d see her? She’s not at ESFP.” She moves her head closer to me, a gesture that means she wants me to brush her hair more.
    “I know, but she must be at one of the Extra schools, so you’ll see her at one of your socials, right?” I raise my voice, just a bit. “I mean, you told me that some of the dances and stuff are at the other Home Schools. Were you lying or something?”
    Hannah turns to face me, the brush stuck in the back of her hair. “Soph, I thought you knew.”
    “Knew what?” I feel my chest tighten and try to focus on my breathing.
    “Taylor isn’t at Secondary, Sophie.”
    “What are you talking about? Of course she is! She’s a First Year, just like me! Her birthday was in October!”
    My sister blinks at me for a few seconds, then glances quickly towards our empty doorway. “She’s at Harmony,” she says. “I thought you knew.”
    “Harmony? What’s that? Is it some new Home School for Extras?”
    Hannah sighs, the sound coming out too dramatic for our bedroom. “Each county has one. Some even have two. Harmony is for the kids with the…problems. The kids who do weird things or who get irregular test results on the Assessment. Don’t you know anything?”
    “Why