Our first period's Calculus. All around me, students drag their feet as they settle in, faces worn.
When a tingle rushes down my spine, I look up to see Emmaline making her way in. She's the only one who seems alert.
Too alert, it looks like. She's jumpier than usual and there are shadows beneath her eyes. Through the rush of students, she makes her way to her designated seat, bumping into a boy in the process. He draws back, pissed, and lashes words I can't hear at her.
She doesn't seem to hear him, sparing him a glance before her elbow shoots out, knocking him out of the way.
Reluctant amusement rises. When she sits, I find myself unable to look away, dimly aware I'm burning holes into the back of her head. What is she doing here?
Why won't she leave?
"Hey."
I look up to see Sabri
