OPHELIA'S POV
I pull up at my school and see an empty spot a few rows behind. I quickly park my car and turn off the ignition. I was really late.
Like really late.
That little visit from Azrail had shaken me up.
I get out of my car and run to my first class. I had literature with Mrs. Wilson, which was also the only class I shared with Xavier.
"It was nice of you to join us, Ms. White. Would you mind telling us why you were late this morning?"
The Angel of Death had decided to pay me a visit. That's why Mrs. Wilson.
Yeah, I definitely can't say that.
"There was traffic on the way. I'm sorry, Miss. I will take care next time."
"Very well, Miss White. Please take your seat."
There were three empty seats.
One in the front row; Nah.
One behind Sara, the teacher's pet; there's no way.
One in front of Xavier. I'll take that one.
I quickly settle and take out my copy of The Catcher in the Rye and start reading.
