I get angrier and angrier with every class, that passes by. My schoolmates are all still staring at me like I'm an animal they paid to see behind bars. I can't stop thinking about the blasted letter, that my father wrote to Zara.
Having Flora in class doesn't help either. She keeps throwing her golden curls across her shoulder, smirking at me wickedly. I'm sure she knows everything about the letter and reports to Zara during every break. Arya burned a hole through the desk at Literature. We had Artistry and Arya spilled a bucket of red paint on my uniform on purpose.
Of course I did it on purpose, I couldn't watch her smug expression anymore. She thinks she's Mrs know-it-all. They both do. Elena nudges me just when a funny smell reaches my nose. Like something was burning. I look a
