I don’t like drawing unnecessary attention to myself. I already have a giant red target on my back because of my so-called mother, I didn’t need any more. Especially not this kind.
But fate has a way of playing funny tricks on people. It’s not one to listen to the pleas of those it makes suffer.
The three of them have no choice but to make their way over to the three unclaimed, empty desks. I can hear the muttering and the pity that they are getting because they have to sit near me. Oh, the horror.
One of the identical boys, the one with the scar on his left eye, sits in the seat directly to my right. He glances over at me and smiles.
“Good morning,” He greets me casually and I almost choke. But I manage to force out my own pleasant greeting
