Like any other school, Littlewood was one of them. Except it was a boarding school, your great aunt had sent you there. You begged not to go, why? Not because your friends your family your pets. Because of a single person back in middle school.

Phoenix Star was a popular male , even in middle school. But he just HATED you. With all his mind, nobody ever knew why, or asked.

“Ah, you must be knew!” A worker said as they invited you into the dorms hallway.