ZARA'S POV
The move came too suddenly to make sense. One day I was sleeping in the basement, next thing I'm told that I've been moved to a new room because of my new classes. Sitting in my usual class seat, trying to get used to everything there and listening in on people's whispers of an incident that happened in a lab.
A silver drone hovers over the front of my desk, projecting a blue holographic notice;
Zara Night, you've been reassigned to Dormitory Block C. Effective immediately.
I can't even be mad because it seems like everyone just wants to either order me around or use me. I feel several pairs of eyes on me, piercing daggers through my skull. Apparently, Block C was for the elites, the students who had potential.
It should have felt like a promotion for me, but in that mome
