As the classroom door swung open, everyone immediately turned to look at the culprit, that being Michael.
The moment they noticed, most of them had shocked expressions, seemingly finding it hard to believe that he was still alive after all this time.
"You are late" Lena's irritated voice rang out from the podium, she had a small scar on her chin now, something she definitely did not have the last time he had seen her.
"Sorry.." Michael expressed and sat down, he was glad she was in a forgiving mood, else he would most certainly be put into detention.
He glanced around the entire class and frowned, clenching his fists tightly.
'A few died? There were 11 left, with me being back we were now at 12 in total, far behind the previous 20 students.'
Such is life, they were either too weak or too unlucky to had died.
'I suppose you are right, it's a pity they died so young though..'