Sephy, got out of her driver’s car as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Once she was out and the Mercedes Benz rolled off, she fixed her tie and blazer. Another school year at Heathcroft High. Only one of the most prestigious secondary schools in the UK. A predominantly Cross one, too. Until now, that is. The principal had announced that only 3 Noughts would be allowed to attend. Three! Well, it’s a start, I suppose.

Sephy never really understood why Crosses and Noughts couldn’t be friends. After all, her mother was friends with a Nought. Key word: ‘was’. After that, her mother never really had any other friends. She just… drank herself away. She shook her head slightly to snap out of the sore memories. She had friends to meet. Classes to pass. She couldn’t let herself stay down in the dumps.