4/24/2014, 12:00 PM
It was lunch time in the boarding school I was in. We had driven our ship to the tiny city of Wychester from our landing spot in Soona Bris.
“But why Wychester?” I had asked.
Trist had said, “Because it’s a tiny city. Nobody will know us. And Yasmin Radine lives there at the same school you’re going to.”
So now I was stuck in a lunch room with a bunch of people I didn’t know. I had mostly kept to myself and listened to music all day on an old mp3 player I had found somewhere. Thank goodness it had come with a new package of earbuds.
Stupid autocorrect. It keeps on trying to mess up my posts.