CHAPTER FIVE“Can anyone tell me the moon’s phases?” Professor Towles’s eyes land on me, and I tense up. “Winter?”
I gulp. “Um… there’s the full moon and… uh, the crescent?”
At the desk next to mine, a girl’s hand shoots up. She was with Gregory at lunch and, like most of the students here, she’s cast me a lot of sidelong looks but hasn’t said anything to me yet.
Professor Towles picks up a piece of chalk and nods at the girl. “Yes?”
“There’s New Moon, Waxing Crescent, First Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, and Waning Crescent.”
Professor Towles writes them all on the chalkboard, her hand quickly moving across the green. “Very good.”
I flip open my notebook and scribble the phases down. If I don’t survive socially at Hawthorn, maybe I can get ahead wh
