Norah
Two years ago.
I sat in the cafeteria alone, my lunch box forgotten in front of me, as I looked around from my seat. Everyone gave me eerie stares, their gazes filled with uncertainty and fear that I would hurt them.
It's been a week since I joined this school to study music and it's been like this all these days. The kids had somehow known that I belonged to one of the biggest notorious mafia families in the city, and no one was now willing to be friends with me. They either shunned me or rejected me when I approached them myself, saying that I was too dangerous to become friends with them.
And now, I was left alone like an outcast.
I closed the untouched lunch box that Mom had prepared for me, my appetite lost, as I stood from my seat to exit the room, wanting to get away fr
