Michael Townsend had been kicked out of six prep schools his entire life. Six more than anyone else he knew. If Michael were anyone else, they wouldn't have accepted him anywhere. But with Thatcher Townsend signed as his parental guardian; Michael was shipped off somewhere new.

Windsor Crest Preparatory Academy.

Of course, he snuck out the same night he arrived. A quick climb to a small spot on the roof he noticed earlier in the day. He sighed, watching people walk around like ants. Like he was a God with all of their fates between his fingers.

"You shouldn't be out here." Michael said, grinning as he didn't look over his shoulder to know someone was there.