Our group sticks together as we head into the barracks for our final night, which pleases me because even though Jesse sticks close to my side – clearly wanting a word with me – there’s no opportunity for it with everyone around.
The five of us hang out for another hour or so around the Sinclair bunks, which pleases me, because honestly I think I’m starting to get an idea of what it would be like to all be together in the Academy. It feels like it would be really fun, honestly - a lot of friendship alongside the incredible amount of work that we’re expected to perform. As I lean back against Rafe’s pillow, smiling around at my family and my friends, I think that…well, it kind of sounds great.
My mind wanders, dreaming a bit about what it will be like inside. Will there be like, gatherin
