AMARA’S POV

It’s break time. I decided to go to the canteen alone. I didn’t ask Jazz to come with me since he’s still finishing hid project for his next class. I quietly walked into the canteen, and the noise instantly surrounded me. Groups of students were eating and chatting, filling every corner with laughter and chatter.

I went straight to the line for buyers. I was tenth in line, so I didn’t bother thinking yet about where to sit. I’d find a place once I had my snacks. The ...