Conner felt like he'd aged backwards a few years that day, running down the hallway holding on to the straps of his book bag. A few minutes before he'd been mauling over his mother sending him back to public school, but there was no time to worry about that now. When he reached the art room, he flung his back down and grabbed the nearest seat, breaking out in a cold sweat. He didn't even notice the teacher or other students.