Eleven

"They're going to make you go," Fraser said, with brief but sympathetic wince. "It's not, like, the worst school I've ever been to. We might be in the same classes."

He cut her a sideways look. The truth was, he hadn't made a single friend in the weeks he'd been at Darrow High. There was that kid from his first day, and his roommate, but he hadn't really figured out how he felt about either of them, yet.