The bus came to a screeching halt and the doors whirred open with a mechanical groan, finally giving way to reveal a large, beautiful red brick building surrounded by a tall, black, fencing. The sign by the entrance read "Westwood Reformatory and Academy".

The students filed from the bus and made their way to one end of the building, passing by older teens who were out for recess. Some were playing basketball, some were chatting on the benches.

As everyone gathered, two teachers stepped out of the building to meet them - a short, pudgy man with thinning dark hair named Mr. Jameson, and a tall, thin woman with a stern face and sharp eyes named Ms. Martinez. They each held a clipboard, looking over the small crowd of students.