Jase’s POV
When I walked into my new school on that first day, I was 12 years old. I saw the scrawny, sad looking, greasy haired girl sitting alone at the desk in my registration class, I was intrigued by her. The open seat next to her was the only one available, so I sat by her and introduced myself.
She didn’t speak. I incorrectly assumed, as any child my age would, that it was because she was bullied for not fitting in. But it turns out, she wasn’t bullied. I mean the odd kid would make a comment here or there, but in general, she was left alone, which I found odd.
Now I know that sounds awfully judgmental, but I had been to serval schools because of my Dads inability to remain in one place too long, and all kids like her got bullied. But not Jane.
This intrigued me even more. Wh
