“Hey,” another, strangely familiar voice spoke up from within the crowd. I watched the other students step aside, making way for the boy who’d stolen bites of my lunch earlier. He was coming straight for us with a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. “I’ll switch with you,” he said “I’ll room with the halfbreed.” My mouth fell open. “Well if it isn’t the local celebrity, Felix Farrow. Come to see how the other half lives?”
