Barbara's PovThe students clustered together in circles too tight for a newcomer to enter, their eyes dark and quick as they darted over me.It was as though they could see down into the panicked fluttering of my heart. To me, it seemed that they all looked alike, not in any obvious way but in their shared perfection.Every girl’s hair shone, whether worn down in a cascade past her shoulders or tied back in a prim, sleek bun. Every guy looked self-assured and strong.Everybody wore the uniform, with the sweaters and skirts and blazers and trousers in all the acceptable variations: gray, red, plaid, black. The SilverMoon crest marked them all, and they wore the symbol as though they owned it. Confidence radiated from them, and superiority, and disdain. I could feel the heat leaching from me as I stood on the outskirts of the room, shifting from foot to foot. Nobody said hello.The murmuring welled up again within an instant. Apparently gawky new girls weren’t worth more than a few mom
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