Prologue
I woke up an hour and a half before I was supposed to, that being a normality for me. So remembering to make a mental note to attempt to change my sleeping pattern was in order, because I knew I would need to.
It came apparent to me that I was going to have to be sent to a new school in September because I'd been accused of starting a fire to kill Trevor, who was my "boyfriend" at the time. I of course hadn't started the fire, but that night was hazy for me. It was a huge struggle to remember everything the court were asking me to, and after crumbling into the pressure, the judge therefore decided it was necessary for me to have counselling, where they put me on every drug they could think of. Some had terrible side effects and caused all sorts of horrible things, like hallucinations and nightmares. My mum wasn't particularly keen on the idea of sending me to a reform school called Sword & Cross, but my counselor had talked her into it, which I resented him for.