The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy
I wasn’t allowed at the table, not worthy of their company.
As I worked, my mind drifted to tonight, a flicker of warmth in the cold. It was Jake’s twentieth birthday, and I’d saved every penny from the little I was given by my parents as allowance to buy him a gift: a leather-bound journal, perfect for his nerdy love of poetry. Jake, with his thick glasses and shy smile, was my lifeline, the only reason why I showed up at school despite the endless bullying.