"You look like shit," Greyson announced, walking into Indianna's room the next evening.

"Thanks."

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Wonderful," he said. "Did you know a teacher turned up at school today. I was starting to wonder if they were a myth."

"How interesting," Indianna yawned and brushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead. Greyson closed the door to Indianna's room with his foot and chucked his bag on the floor. In a few strides he was at the window and he opened it wide. ...