Lyra

I walked into the library; my backpack lighter than the weight of my troubles. As I made my way through the stacks, I caught the glances of other students. Some offered sympathetic smiles, while others sneered or turned away.

"Hey, Lyra," a friendly voice called out. It was Janet with a group of friends. She looked none the worse for wear after getting disqualified from the Luna Trials. She came over to me wearing a large smile. "How's it going?"

I shrugged, ...