Crime

As I drove to the high school my mind was on what had happened yesterday: the crime. The delivery boy, who was at my house then? I'm starting to have a lot of doubts about this place. I parked the car and got out, there were more kids outside, but there was also Logan Miller's group. They were all dressed in black. The group consisted of maybe ten guys; they were all imposing and very pale. They looked like the unreachables of this place.

I padded my backpack and hurried to walk without being affected by the gaze of these strangers.

-Levana! Levana Jones! -A voice behind me made me stop in my tracks and turn around. It was a boy calling out to me.

-Yes? -I looked at him strangely.

-Hello," he said when he came to me, "I'm Carlos, I'm with you in the same room.

-I didn't see you yesterday," I scratched the back of my neck a little nervously.

He laughed.

Carlos was tall and more or less dark-skinned, he had his muscles and everything as if he worked out all the time. His hair was black,