The energy is different when I walk into school on Monday morning. There is more chatter, more excitement. A few people even nod to me in the hallway, forgetting for a moment that I am supposed to be shunned.
A group of younger students stands near the lockers talking animatedly, and I slowly make my way over, trying to look casual as I open my locker and mess with the contents inside.
One of the worst parts of my isolation is being constantly left out of the loop so eavesdropping has quickly become an art. I listen closely as the group talks.
“The rankings from the training class assessment have been finalized. Now that they know where we stand as a group, the class is going to be held more regularly,” one girl says excitedly.
“I heard that they are going to keep ranking us througho
