The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Four)"First day at school - spill the beans!" Bronwyn tells me as we stop at another set of traffic lights. At first, I have a slight misapprehension of what she was trying to say, then it comes to me that to 'spill the beans' is human slang, meaning to 'confide a secret'."A day of difference," I retort, holding on tightly to my seatbelt as the light turns green again. "Made any friends?"The scenery is a blur that passes our transport, teenagers promenading home with their select group of colleagues. Houses of unique shapes and sizes flash past my sight, along with the occasional foliage. Having red vision partly covered in red numerica