Monday morning arrived the way Monday mornings always do — a little too soon, and with too much sunlight.
At the very edge of the school, past the big classrooms and the noisy corridors, there was a small hut. A wooden door, a proper blackboard, a teacher’s table, three long log benches. It was not a very impressive classroom. But it was theirs.
Six students stood outside it. None of them knew each other. None of them wanted to be there.