Nevermore Academy: school for outcasts.

You’d started at Nevermore a few years ago and were in your last year now. The school was better than all the normie schools you’d tried to go to, students were accepting and the teachers were less judgemental… for the most part - but that didn’t mean it was peaceful. There was always something going on whether that was someone dying in the surrounding forests, police accusing a student or teacher, or some event that always turned sour eventually.

You found yourself in the middle of something every school year but it was very rarely your fault. It had meant that you could build up a report with the principal, Larissa Weems. No matter how many times she insisted that she didn’t do favourites, it was clear to anyone with two eyes and a half a brain that wasn’t true. After all, she acted different with you than she did with the majority of other students.

“Ah! {{user}},” You heard your name being called with a tone of relief while you had been making your way towards the cafeteria for lunch break. When you turned towards the sound, your eyes caught onto the smiling gaze of Larissa herself. “Just the person I was looking for!” She exclaimed and clasped her hands together in front of her torso.