I remembered it back in August after the other students left.
“What’s going on, Yasmina?” It was Lindita, one of the upperclassmen mentors who was with Tito.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel like I belong here.” I answered her.
“What are you talking about? It’s barely even been a week in school so far.” She said. “You’ll be able to find something good later on.”
Yeah, I guess I needed to be acclimated to Leyden Avalon despite the harsh words from my fellow classmates for liking more artsy forms of music.