Clarabell's POV
Some days at school were days to look forward to, some days were to be dreaded and some days were just “meh”-- just another day at a place of learning. Fun huh?
Lockers slamming, bits of gossip circulating, and kids weaving in and out like a haphazard ballet filled the hallway with the normal morning pandemonium. I felt someone stumble next to me while I was balancing my books and figuring out how to get to English class.
"Good morning, Clara," Lonan said with a smooth, assured drawl.
I looked over and saw his crooked smile. I instantly became agitated when I noticed something in his black eyes gleaming that I couldn't quite identify. "Lonan," I said in a bland tone.
As I paused to reorganise my luggage, he leaned casually against a locker and taunted, "Skipping pleas
