I dashed out of the class with my bag, willing the tears away and blocking out the jeers and laughs of people who were supposed to be my classmates. But no. They all decided to have a good laugh while I was bathed in ink. Thankfully, the school premises was empty, except for a few staff walking to blocks where they either had lectures to give or their office to return to.

I did not care either way, I got to the place where the Salvatore packed their cars and activated mine. Another ...