It was two days since Jake's death and the school had now returned to its normal self; at least, as normal as it could return to after such an incident. We the year ones were taken out into the field for “the next phase of our training,”; only God knew what that meant.
We had been standing for at least one hour with only a lanky man, Mr. Xander, as companion. I was really tired of hearing that man whistle blues from the seventies- seriously, how old was he?- so I moved towards the other half of the field when I saw Elaine. “Elaine,” I called as I reached her side. "Hi."
“Troy,” she returned, her face lighting up immediately she saw me. "Hello."
“How’s everything?” I asked, and hoped like hell she didn’t burst into tears at the mention of "everything."
“Other than Jake’s death, it’s bee
