Xavier
I wake up with a knife pressed against my throat. It's not as terrifying as I thought it would be— my weeks at Gorebury have immunized me to threats of physical violence. "Both of you, get up," commands a harsh voice. I don't need a flashlight to see it's Rueben speaking. His trademark growl is unmistakable. Slowly, I peel the sleeping bag off my legs and blink up at my attackers. The moonlight is just bright enough for me to see three people looming above me: Rueben, Edrick, and Elvis. All three of them are scowling at me in a way that means trouble, and I'd be freaking out if I wasn't so exhausted. I'm outnumbered three to one, and Rueben's easily got forty pounds on me— not to mention the other boys' impressive biceps, which are perfectly built for beating up on unsuspecting
