Baudelaire Academy

In the window I study my face. My fair skin is paler than usual. Dark circles hung around my eyes, and there’s is this air of frailty about me. With the accident, and now my sudden transference to this new ‘school’ the week had been hectic enough and I couldn’t remember the last time I had anything to eat. My escort to the school stirred beside me. “It’s been like... more than two days, hasn’t it? Three? Why don’t you say anything?”