Writer's POV

Age 15

Maeve merged into the crowd of students who were heading to their supposed classes, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she ate out from the candy on her hand, and began advancing towards her locker. Feeling good to be at school again, after the long vacation of three months.

She had a feeling that school was going to be great.

It was the first day of her senior year. And her last year of school. Maeve could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she would move out Columbia, so she could start her dream tertiary institute. She couldn't wait to get over with...