Not Quite Normal

PrologueI was nine the first time someone told me I was wrong.It wasn't in a cruel way, not exactly. A teacher leaned down, softvoice meant to soothe, after I'd blurted out the answer before shefinished the question. "Iris," she said, smiling like patience itself,"you need to learn how to be normal."Normal.

PrologueI was nine the first time someone told me I was wrong.It wasn't in a cruel way, not exactly. A teacher leaned down, softvoice meant to soothe, after I'd blurted out the answer before shefinished the question. "Iris," she said, smiling like patience itself,"you need to learn how to be normal."Normal.