Nova was a quiet girl, the creepy kind though. People avoided her, saying she was a curse, or that she had a contagious disease. Or even that she was a stalker and if you talked to her she’d become obsessed. She didn’t care though, I mean she was creepy, black bottomless pits for eyes, pale skin, arms covered in bandages and long sleeves, eye bags. She was always doodling in a notebook in the corner of the class, never speaking unless muttering to herself.