Mya's POV:
The following day, I got up, did my old routine, and went to chow. I was sitting with the rest of the group at our table, quietly talking, when I noticed two new boys approaching our table. They sat down at our table. One of them sat down in Alexander's seat. I became angry. That boy was sitting in Alexander's seat. "I don't know who you are. Nor do I care. That's Alexander's seat. Move."
"Who in the hell are you?" the boy asked.
"You cannot replace him. That's Alexander's spot. MOVE," I said as I balled up my fists.
"Alexander is dead. He lost to me. Get the hell over it," the boy said ignorantly.
I saw red. I wanted to kill him. Artic wanted to claw his eyes out. Sophia tapped me on the shoulder. "Mya, you're shaking."
I slowly turned my head toward her. Sophia jump
