And The Good Beheld The Wicked
Ksenia sighed. Her new school, since she blew up the last one. She stepped through the doors. It was like the High School minus the musical. Or fun. She bit her lip. Her locker was next to a fight at the moment. She cleared her throat. A boy who was covered in what she thought was blood approached her. He smiled, she smiled.
"I'm Sam."
"Ksenia."
"Is that Russian?"
"I'm not saying it that fast. I'm kidding, yes it is." She laughed. He did too. Break the ice. At least he didn't know her secret yet.
