“Bible basher!” some idiot laughs as they shove me into the wall.

Nothing’s changed, really. I am still the strange kid from the Catholic school ten minutes’ walk away, even if I’ve technically been missing for a couple of months. I am still someone who is different, someone easy to taunt, and that… well, that didn’t even change in Karatela.

But I guess I’m incredibly different, aren’t I?

Honestly, where is Neve? She’s normally one of the first out, but I’ve been here since, like, ten minutes before the bell.

Okay, I’m trying to get to 8000 words for my ONC entry on Wattpad today, and I’m at about 7192 now… so that’s why this is a half-started entry. Will finish this when I have the chance.