SKY
His mouth curls into a wide grin, the kind that reminds me of the Joker. I don’t even bother responding. I dip my shoulder forward and squeeze past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. i***t.
When I finally reach the orientation hall, I’m relieved that I can sign up for all my classes without a single problem. The process is surprisingly easy, but my eyes keep wandering through the crowd, searching for that toxic boy—the one with the dark hair curling over his forehead. Thankfully, he’s nowhere to be seen. Neither are his friends.
Good. I’ve had enough trouble and trauma to last me a lifetime.
Once I’m done, I slip out of the hall and find a quiet patch of grass under a tree. I sink down and pull out a soggy sandwich, trying to gather my thoughts. Around me, s
