Miraculously, I manage to get through the Morning Prayer session without bumping into Rhys, Louis or anyone else that I recognise.
I do this by taking a seat in a pew right at the front of the chapel, just a few steps from the altar, and keeping my head bowed piously the entire time as if in prayer - even during the hymns and the homily. To any observers, it must look like I'm just an impressively devout, earnest young woman strong in her faith and deep in prayer, oblivious to anything else. A perfect picture of piety and humble devotion. Or else it just looks like I'm some sort of religious nut. But I don't really care how it looks - all I want is to avoid the curious stares of my classmates, especially Rhys, who I'm sure has already told most of our peers about my mysterious arrival in
