The island we are ferried off to is a smaller one. It has a similar structure to the previous island with a forest on the outer edges of the island and cabins and large buildings in the center.
As it turns out, there are only a few of us assigned the number zero, and as the counselor explains to us on our way to the island that is supposed to be our new home now, those with the number zero are the delinquents.
“Aren’t we all supposed to be delinquents?” I mutter under my breath to Beth who has been clinging on to me ever since she saw me back at the island. She has a nasty-looking bruise on her forehead, but she won’t tell me where she got it from.
Cheerleader Barbie overhears my comments and gives me a cool smile. “It means you lot need the most work.”
My insides tighten at what clear
