LAUREN MOSS
When I left with the agent, we went back to the van. Some were already there, including one of the guys from my class.
Everyone was giving me dirty looks, and honestly, I’m getting tired of feeling like an intruder wherever I go.
From home to college, everywhere… What’s my fault for being here?
“What’s going on?” I ask, making one or two of them look away, while the others stare at me even more.
My leg hurts.
“Why are you staring at me and treating me like this?” I ask, not really wanting their answers.
I’m just exhausted!
Fed up!
“How do you expect to be treated when you just show up in the middle of the training, manage to stay, even being behind all of us, and continue intact until now, while the others get eliminated?” a girl asks, nervous.
“The same way you asked
