Mya's pov:
The next morning, I got up, did my same old routine, and went to chow. I was sitting with the rest of the group at our table, quietly talking. I noticed two new boys coming toward us. They sat down at our table. One of them sat down in Alexander's seat. I became angry. That boy was sitting in Alexander's seat.
"I don't know who you are. Nor do I care. That's Alexander's seat. Move."
"Who in the hell are you?" The boy asked.
"You can not replace him. That's Alexander's spot. MOVE." I said as I began to ball up my fists.
"Alexander is dead. He lost to me. Get the hell over it." The boy said slyly.
I saw red. I wanted to kill him. Artic wanted to claw his eyes out. Sophia tapped me on the shoulder. "Mya, your shaking."
I slowly turned my head toward her. Sophia jumped
