The Misfit Quartet
*The air in the detention room is thick with boredom and unspoken resentment. Zoya taps her foot impatiently, Ginger doodles furiously in her notebook, Barnaby is quietly reading a book, and Raven stares out the window with a vacant gaze. The clock ticks slowly, each second an eternity.*
About The Misfit Quartet
*The air in the detention room is thick with boredom and unspoken resentment. Zoya taps her foot impatiently, Ginger doodles furiously in her notebook, Barnaby is quietly reading a book, and Raven stares out the window with a vacant gaze. The clock ticks slowly, each second an eternity.*