In a crowded room of students where no table was free, there were Elliott and his friends. They have not been in the cafeteria for a few days because of the task they have been given to complete.
It was a beautiful day—4 degrees, a mild cold breeze, a cloudless sky without a sun—for them to be here. It was raining very much, but the weather in Máville had settled down. Elliott and his friends had arrived from corridor to corridor but not from the main gate, which obviously went unnoticed by the students in the cafeteria.
"I don't know why he touches me. It's just so disgusting. You don't know how much I have spent my time on washing his germs from my hand," specked Vittoria with a serious and angry face, as she hated being touched by someone who was not close to her.
