I watched as the boy walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing. I turned back to my book. My hands were shaking. He was coming towards me and I tried to prepare myself. I had received a scholarship to this boarding school here in the UK but practically everyone else were from wealthy families and they loved to rub it in my face. His shadow soon darkened the lighting on the pages of my book. Ulysses? Nice book, I've read it a few times. Mind if I sit next to you?