Class had just finished and it was time for lunch. Katelyn had hooked my hand in hers and offered to see me off to the Salvatore cafeteria, I could not find a way to reject her offer. She has been nice to me especially noticing how moody I had been. Even when the lecturer had been teaching, it had been a struggle to listen. My heart would not stop beating in fear. How would I go about avoiding this class? What options were left for me? Or should I run away? Run away? No, that was a very bad ...