Ocupation: Novelist
Life: b. August 19, 1988
Birthday: August 19
Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised†would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.
topic: Running, Eye, Cutting, Understatement, Shuffle