Why was I always cast as the damn delinquent when I was doing nothing in class?
I sighed and followed the group pretending not to notice the way a few of the other students were already giving me a wide berth—like I was a ticking bomb just waiting to set off some chaos in this sacred place.
Maybe, as usual, everyone was just avoiding me—the 'enemy', the so-called traitor of Sancta Vedelia. It wasn't like I hadn't grown used to it by now. Still, it lingered in the air: that subtle hush when I entered, the stolen glances, the space that always seemed to widen around me like I carried a plague no one wanted to name. Whatever. Let them whisper.
As soon as I stepped through the main hall's arched entrance, the sheer number of people inside hit me like a brick wall.
Too many people here and I don't like it
