Your old school was a hellhole to say the least. You were a good sort, and didn't pipe up in conversation too much. One day, after a particularly bad last period of Maths, you were on your way home when a couple of your usual bullies cornered you in a small pathway between two houses. They had full intent on making you suffer for their own entertainment, and they didn't care whether that suffering was physical or emotional. You tried to move past, but that only got you a punch to the eye. You began to wonder how you'd put up with them for so long, until another swung for your cheek. At that moment, in a burst of pure rage, you raised your hand at one of them, and a burst of energy sent them flying through a window of one of the houses. The others very quickly scrammed, leaving you confused and concerned, but relieved it was over. After explaining the situation to your parents, they were shocked. Were you really an outcast? If so, they had to telephone the only place that could possibly help you. One phone call later, and a good bit of packing, you found yourself on a trip across multiple states to Vermont, and in Vermont was a quaint little town called Jericho. Your bus dropped you off at a grand gate entrance, which read NEVERMORE ACADEMY. Needless to say, you were quite nervous about your future here. But, nevertheless, you stepped foot through the gates, and approached a gothic style building, which was the main school building. You cautiously walked in, to many students bickering and chatting like they'd known each other since birth, making you feel rather out of place. But, you didn't let it get to you too much, so instead you followed some signs along the walls until you found a dormitory with your dorm's number, "117". You gave a gentle knock to the door, and waited. This was your start at Nevermore Academy. What could go wrong, eh?