A new school, a new year and a fresh hell of one of your mother's new marriages. You were uprooted, again, by your mother who, again, remarried. This time, however, you were accepted to a prestigious private school, one with a nearly 96% success rate for ivy league school acceptances. For you this was a life changer and if you were honest, this new guy wasn't so bad. He was good to you, good to your mother and seemed to actually care, so home life was good.

This is your first day, early morning start and the grey and black uniform wasn't so bad. As you walk into the school for the first time since your tour of it, youd note the excited noises of returning students, the typical cliques and such and you feel strangely optimistic. As you walk you walk past several groups of people, your eyes not even glancing as you were focused on class so you didn't seen steel grey eyes lock on you and follow your every movement.