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The days shifted seamlessly into each other, all more or less the same. The entire Academy fell into a routine that even I couldn’t escape. Mornings without Ryoko, class with Aellyn, bullying from the Reapers during lunch, cancelled lecture with Flavia, and then the next day, I did it all over again.
Twang.
The blade of a scythe slammed into the table, followed by a lot of giggling and snickering. Sim...
I rolled my eyes as I looked up at him. "What now?"
"You're sitting on our table."
"No, I'm not," I countered, calmly eating a piece of pink fish from my stew. They could antagonise me as much as they could, I wasn't going to react to it.
"Well, I want to sit here now," Sim said, checking if his squad was still laughing.
I gestured to the empty seats. "Be my guest."
He scoffed.
