I was sitting at a round table in the cafeteria of my new school, legs spread wide and crossed at the ankles, arms folded across my chest. Black headphone wires dangle from my neck. My facial expression remains the same: stern. I look at my left arm which is completely covered in tattoos

I notice the looks of my new classmates on me, but I don’t pay much attention to it. I'm hiding under a different name, not because I don't like my real one. At the school for everyone, I am Masen Laurent. At home I'm just Misha