CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ralph directed Oliver out of the atrium. It was just as busy as usual with students. Filing out of the Z room looking fresh and eager to begin their lessons were a bunch of kids who looked to be around fifteen or sixteen. Oliver presumed they were in the years above.
The small group Oliver had shared dinner with walked around the huge kapok tree, heading for the door marked Z. There were other kids congregating outside and they looked up at Oliver with suspicious glances as he and his gang approached.
“Ugh,” Hazel said. “That’s Edmund. Whatever he says, just ignore him.”
But as soon as they reached the door, Edmund turned around and sneered.
“Another new kid,” he said loudly to his friend who had an equally sneering expression. “We’ve already had a ton of kids who ar
