~CECILIA'S POV~
With my head lying on the table, I reflect on the beginning of my day. Whose face did I see upon waking up that I am having such a bad day? Perhaps, I should think about whose face I glanced at before sleeping. That would make more sense.
Since the morning, I’ve been running into trouble. Forget about friends, I am not sure if I’d be able to get through Tutelage alive.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nikolaj sits beside me and asks me about my withdrawn attitude. “You can’t make friends like this. You haven’t been talking to anyone. People will not befriend you unless you try to appear amicable.”
“I can’t do this. Everyone’s so mean here,” I cry out in agony. “Even professors aren’t cooperative.”
“That’s not something that you can change about this place. Trust me, you ju
