SERAPHINA’S POV
It’s the second time in less than a week of school that I find myself stepping out of the nurse’s office.
The first, getting ointment for the bruises my sparring partner had left, and now, for the bruises on the back of my palm.
This time, I needed a bandaged for the broken skin that had bled a bit and my lungs still hurt a bit from the continuous torture I had endured in the female lavatory
Not once did the nurse bother about what happened and why I keep coming back.
No one in this school cares as long as you’re not important, I guess.
I find my way to class right after - the third time I’m being late for a class already, making a name for myself as an irresponsible student.
The only reason I’m able to attend this one is the fact that I had a spare shirt in my locke
