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Wednesday, the fae kids mostly left me alone. Some of the bigger ones glared at me. Gray told me they were trolls. Like real trolls and they tended to be jerks as part of their nature. They probably didn’t like that we went over their heads to Maeve. The fae girl from the bus approached me at lunch and apologized. She said she hadn’t written any of the notes, but the others found out about me from her and she felt badly. I explained to her what a dhampyr was and that I was no threat to them. Like them I was born the way I was born. She seemed really nice and accepted my invitation to sit with us. On Thursday, I turned in a bunch of my late work and met with Mr. Moxon. I had been having small flashbacks on Wednesday, but I was using his techniques to help get me grounded so I wouldn’t pa