Baudelaire Academy

She eyed me warily, scooted over a little, and then returned to whatever had held her attention. I hadn’t talked to anyone a lot since the accident, not even that much when the police asked me questions. I hadn’t even spoken to Andre since the whole ordeal, though I probably wouldn’t even know what to say if I had the chance. Taking another look out the window I jerked back in surprise. A man was watching me. “Ashefault”. The escort stood up, oblivious of the man, “well as you wish, we’re here.”