I was raised by two, madly in love, criminals. I am an only my child… well soon to change because my mom is pregnant…17 years after having me. I’m a trouble maker, I know that, my family knows that, everyone knows that. I mean what would you expect considering my family? My patents taught me to defend my self and fight at an early age so it’s safe to say I don’t take anyone’s shit. But one day after a fight…my dad told me k was getting sent to a school…that encourages it? I was pissed. I got to the school the next day. I was assigned a tour guide that I didn’t ask for. Her name is Macy. She showed me around … my dorm is fucking hideous. Then she informed me on the social status. The ivring. The ivring is a test- to see if you can defend and fight. If you pass your an ‘able’ and if you don’t your a ‘sap’. Apparently I’m a fucking sap because I haven’t taken the ivring yet. The able wear black uniforms and the saps wear a fugly teal. During my tour im standing in the hall when a fucking dagger flys past me, almost cutting me. Some tall and dark dude wearing a black uniform, meaning he’s an able, through it at me. I yell at him calling him a few wild names, he doesn’t react. The next day I’m in class. A basics physical defense class. The teacher says we’re escaping a wrist grab … easy. Then he calls over his partner. The same guy… who through the fucking dagger! Oh hell no. He calls him by the name Issac. Looks like an Issac. In a line everyone try’s to escape his wrist hold. And when it’s my turn I make a snarky remark. He hold me against him with my wrist together similar to handcuffs. I try to escape but then he starts distracting me saying I’m weak? Oh helllll no. Then the time runs out “fuck”.