LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

My car darts off the road with furious speed, taking me to school in minutes. The engine’s low growl vibrates through the cold morning air, rattling in the bones of anyone close enough to hear. My leather jacket cuts against the wind, its weight like armor. The moment my car pulls up. I see the heads turn before I’ve even turned off the ignition.

Without sparing anyone a glance, I step out of my car, toss the key to the school chauffeur I never use, ...