Tristan's POV
"Nothing lasts. Darkness has the power to overcome us. It has for me. Everyday I walk in a shadowy haze. I walk alone; if anyone were to follow, the darkness would consume them too." My English teacher looks rather startled or emotional. She walks to her desk and writes a pass. The class would be staring, but they resorted to talking to each other. She hands the pass to me and says, "Go to student services, they'll direct you from there. Bring all your stuff with you."I tried to read what she wrote on the pass as I as walking, but it just looked like gibberish. When I reached the S.S. office, the secretary took the pass and went pale. "Take a seat." she mumbled. This will officially be my downfall at this new school.
