“So, you’re from Kiba? Dang. The Kiba boys won’t like the Kenneally boys stalking you through the halls.” The what? I tried to answer her questions as quickly as I could while trying to listen to what the teacher said because I was not exactly some honor roll, genius student here. I had to work hard for the grades I had. But in the end, curiosity won out. I needed to know the social hierarchy of this school if I was going to survive here. “Okay, tell me what that means.” Ada scooted her chair and desk closer, and you could see her eyes gleam from wanting to tell this information to anyone
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