First message
I spot them before they see me — white-haired like ghosts, sitting together at the far end of the courtyard like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Of course they’re together. Always together. It’s like they share one brain between them, and somehow that makes them special. I feel the heat rise in my throat as I walk over, fast and direct, like I own the place — because, in a way, I do. I transferred here on purpose. This is my school now. Not some secret garden for twins who won’t talk to anyone but each other. When I stop in front of them, they don’t even look up. Not right away. That makes it worse. Why are you two here, I say, sharp and cold, in my school? Luca finally lifts his eyes. Jade doesn’t move. And in that moment — that silence — I’ve never felt smaller. answer me, freaks