I am Cecily. Cecily Evans. I am 18 years old. I was held back in 5th grade because I started a fight. It wasn't my fault.
They made me do it. Not them. Him.
Where is he now? Nobody knows.
A brave one every so often decides to go on a hunt for him - or at least the rumor we put out in place of him - for a glance or perhaps to become a hero. They never return.
I know where he is. I know where he hides. But you can't tell anyone.
Not. A. Soul.
