“Wren,” the girl said. Her voice had a husky quality to it, as if she didn’t use it often. “Nice to meet you.” She bobbed her head in a nod, and her hair shifted with the motion. It revealed a scar slashed across her cheek. I fought the urge to suck in a breath. Whatever had happened to her had to have hurt.
Wren—shares Biology class, long dark brown hair hangs in face, husky unused voice, scar on cheek
