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The boy turns to sohter “Your loss Don’t let it be said that I have no heart Now no one can blaet you”

The wolves?

I really hope that’s a

There’s an edge to his voice that I don’t like This is a boy who isn’t used to being turned down, not for anything But this is also not the kind of first impression I wanted to make Not if these are some of my new classmates

Before I can backtrack, try to salvage what is quickly turning into an interaction I have a feeling I’ret later, I hear the muffled sound of a third voice from the back of the car I can see the shift of a face on the other side of the dark glass, but I can’t make out his features, or hear exactly what he says

But whatever he does say has an effect on the boy in theHe flashesturned down, and then slips back into his seat as the engine roars back to life

I have to squint against the sunlight reflecting off the mountainsides to watch which road it takes With one last look over irl’s school now behind me, I follow after it

I’ve seen Bleakwood in brochures, but no photograph could do this place proper justice

Bleakwood Academy for Boys sits nestled in a mini valley between the peaks of three her up into the misty clouds than the last Green hillsides meld with sheer rock cliffs that melt up into the still snow-covered peaks, even now, at the end of summer

Any re since dissipated with each footstep that brought rateful for the oversized hoodie that both shieldsup between their peaks as well aseyes

Now that I’s more akin to a castle than a school, I have to stop a moment and catchafter turning down a ride up the ret hs and calves just reiterates that mistake It’s one I won’

t ain

Especially now that I’m late

I spot what looks like a tour group disappearing up the first flight of steps and into the main hall Unless I’ them His voice, sharp and loud, echoes out above the rest like the bark of a wolf

My lips purse as I take in a deep, steadying breath to calm myself

I can do this

I can do this

I didn’t know this was an all-boys progra back, I don’t kno I didn’t see the signs; the iery on the website alone, the pamphlets, the application

I just thought whatever photographer they hired wasn’t exactly schooled in the irl who got into a school for geniuses, I sure can act like an idiot sometimes

But it’s too late now It was too late by the time I received the scholarship letter and realized reat an opportunity to pass up Not when I know there won’t be another like it At least, not inhter in a faot she existed the moment she was born

Average Unremarkable

That is Alex Trevellian, the girl Alex Trevellian the boy … now that’s about to become a different story

I reach for the handle ofand puffing after my classmates, a voice drawls out from behind me

“Well, I’ll be daet to see every day Not here, at least”