As I stared at the gash in my hand, there was suddenly a shadow above me. A hand cupped mine in its, and another hand went over my shoulder. It was freezing cold. I looked up and saw that it was a very tall boy with very pale skin, wearing all black. He had a terribly blank look on his face, and it seemed he was looking elsewhere.
I think Life was right. I did need to come here. But to say exactly what her plans were I wasn't sure, but it seemed these kids were a little different from the "normal" society. I could blend right in. Maybe...