The school basketball gym was unusually quiet. There was no bouncing basketball, no squeaking trainers against the polished floor, or the usual shouting from students fighting over possession of the ball. The large space was practically empty, with only four people occupying the front row of the bleachers.
Faye, Sasha, Malo and Kiara.
Kiara had been dragged out of her classroom for absolutely no reason, and she was still trying to understand why she had to sacrifice her precious lesson time for whatever nonsense Faye was planning.
She sat with her legs crossed, one hand resting on her knee while the other carefully worked on her nails. Her expression remained calm, but anyone who knew her could tell she was running out of patience. She was making a serious effort not to vent her frustration on the person responsible for dragging her out.
