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Dobbs Institute, 16 Years Later - Tiffany Williamson, Part 8
16-year-old Tiffany Williamson sat in front of the mirror in her bedroom, reapplying the last bit of her makeup. She inspected her work, and she was pleased. She then brushed out her long, blonde hair and rose from her makeup table. Not bad for blonde out of a bottle, she thought to herself.
She checked the thermostat in her bedroom. 70 degrees. It was winter - January - and 70 degrees was pleasant, but Tiffany wished she could be a little cooler. She'd always enjoyed cool temperatures and blowing winds. Touching the thermostat, however, was out of the question. Her dad would definitely protest.
It was close to 1 p.m., and the start of her next class. Most 16-year-olds did not take classes at Dobbs Institute (a college), and those who did were considered by the local school district to be "gifted and exceptional." Because of this, the classes (which consisted of an advanced high school curriculum) were small. Tiffany enjoyed the school, though, because she came into contact with a wide variety of staff and students who attended the Institute proper.
Tiffany picked up her backpack and then her handbag from her dresser. She headed down the stairs. Her dad, the school Director, typically took his lunch on campus or held working lunches. At any rate, she wouldn't have far to walk, and she looked forward to the cold wind. She locked the door to the oversized Victorian mansion and went on her way.
As Tiffany walked, the sky began to reveal a fulgent sun rising up above the clouds. Tiffany sighed. She had enjoyed the cloudy and cool day as much as possible. Now it was time to continue to her evening classes.
Throughout the day, Tiffany heard some of the other students - the high school girls - giggle about the upcoming end-of-school ball. They weren't really old enough to participate, Tiffany thought, but they were more than old enough to be excited about it. The phrase "debutante ball" was being used. Tiffany didn't quite understand what that meant. However, her father was the director of the Institute, and he would certainly explain it to her.
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