Spirits

The Begining
The falcon sadly gazed at her pitiful school. "Again, again." She repeated. "No know why no like me." She mumbled. The unknown bird sighed. "Me wish knew to speak better. Speak bad now." She added. She was aware of the bell, and crawled into the class. "Meet Vivian Harbeak." The teacher said a bit too loudly. The boisterous adult went on. "She has not learned Jamaalian very well, so if any of you want to help, you may." She said. Her vocals seemed to quiver with every syllable. "Vivian, what is 3 times 3?" "Urm....... 9."