My first two classes were cut short so that the school could attend a memorial service for the two students who had been killed in the attacks. I spent an hour receiving harsh glares and frightened looks from both students and teachers. Their expressions said it all; they blamed me, either directly or indirectly, for crimes I not only didn’t commit, but crimes I was also desperately trying to solve. That made the whole ordeal that much harder to endure. The looks continued during my third period history class, and once the bell rang, I left history room to the sound of whispered accusations. Caleb followed me out the door of our history class. Throughout the hour he’d sent me apologetic glances, which I pretended not to notice. I couldn’t deal with his pity on top of everyone else’s fear and anger. However, I had found another silver lining: all the raging scents rolling off of people had given me ample opportunity to practice sheathing my teeth.
What do You think about The Coveted (The Unearthly)?
