Tresspassing-1

I walk tentatively towards a huge sign to the back of the schoolyard that has “NEWCOMERS HERE” written in bold. Everybody seems to know each other well, which means I’ll have less chance to fit into their groups.

Great, as if my moving neighborhoods and failing the entrance exams wasn’t enough. I try to remain calm and search for the only friends here I have.

I’ve known Audrey since we were five. It was blizzarding and Father was trying to get me home from school when I saw him, shivering in the freezing temperatures of Toroch. January had come and gone, and the hardest wave of frost was coming. His right hand was barely lifting an umbrella that’s clearly not for his size, but even though his face was turning blue, his eyes remain fixated on a green lizardlike animal.