Ella
The nerves from the morning still hadn’t settled as I made my way toward the general class. It was a mandatory session before being sorted into one of the specific classes, ranging from S to E, based on how well we performed in the match. It felt like everything was hinging on this. The pressure was on to prove myself, to show I belonged here despite the recent fiasco. And, of course, I still had to maintain my secret. I couldn’t afford to slip up now—not when I was so close to making it through the first day without anyone finding out who I really was.
I was Nuel. I had to keep that in mind at all times.
I forced my steps to slow, trying to push the anxious thoughts out of my head. Deep breaths, Ella. You’ve done this before. I repeated the mantra over and over again in my head. I
