Valen POV
Valarian and Casey excitedly pull me down the halls of their run-down school. The floor alone is filthy with scuff marks, and I shiver with disgust, fighting the urge to start scrubbing the floor. The classrooms aren’t much better, the desks are falling apart as the chipboard flakes, some kids are even sitting on milk crates. I look around to ensure this is a school and not some homeless shelter.
Valarian shows me to his desk. His is definitely the cleanest one in the room. I watch as he removes a white table cloth from his bag and sets up his desk. His pencils sit neatly in a row as he places each one out carefully. However, Casey opens her pencil case and upends it on the table, and I see him cringe before he glares at her and starts rearranging her pencil in a straight line.
