Sam could feel the scrutinizing daggers that were being thrown at his back in the form of glares from the group of boys that trailed behind him like puppies following their owner. As they made their way through the passageways of the academy, quieted murmurs could be heard from the rest of the boys at the academy as they acknowledged the presence of Sam. Sam didn’t pay much attention to what they were saying because his mind was already plagued with enough of his own troubles for him to worry about what was being said about him. The group of boys made their way to one of the many briefing rooms at the academy and as soon as they entered the room, they gathered around the table that was centered in the room.