Fitz stared out the window while it was pouring down rain. He was so relieved that he was not going to prison. After all that happened on Vegas Night…he didn't know what to do anymore. He only wanted to get that freakish emo boy off his back. Eli annoyed the hell out of Fitz. He was always wanting to start trouble and was always getting on his nerves. Fitz tried to stop the fights, but Eli just kept on going with his stupid stunts. He wanted to use the knife to scare Eli, not end up getting arrested. And that bitch Clare, was always up in there business. He used to like her, but she was head over heals for that emo freak, so it was no use. And there date at Vegas Night wasn't something someone would call a "dream date".

But now Fitz was on his way to a crazy house. It wasn't exactly prison, but close enough. Everyone who had a problems with violence to complete psycho paths stayed there. He didn't belong there and he never will. The car ride there seemed so short, he wished so badly that he wouldn't have to get out of the car. They pulled into the parking lot and found a parking place. They got out and pulled Fitz out of the car. He had handcuffs on, but he didn't deserve them, he didn't deserve any of this. He caught sight of the large building. It wasn't as big as he thought it would be, but it was big. He imagined it was a big tall tower with a large wired, electric fence. But it was just a regular old building with a barbed-wired fence. It was night time and Fitz was exhausted from all the drama he has been through. They came up to the fence and the wind blew hard on his face. One of the cops entered in a code to open the gates. A big light flashed and a loud alarm went off. The gate slowly opened and the cops grabbed Fitz and started to walk toward the building. It was cold and he wanted to get inside immediately. His hands were getting numb and he could barely feel his own face. They got to the door and had to enter another code. A little light went off and they opened the door. As soon as they got in some people ran up to Fitz and started searching him and had medal detectors. When they cleared him they let him into a long hall way.

A woman came out and came up to him. "Mark Fitzgerald, right?" she asked.

Fitz looked up at the woman. "Yes, mam, that's me." he said slowly.

"Ok…" she said as she was writing stuff down, "Your room is…678. Follow me."

She waved him on and Fitz followed. They walked a long ways down lots of hallways till they reached his room.

"Here you are." she said pointing to his room, "Room 678."

Fitz walked toward the door as well as the woman. She unlocked his door and let him in. He looked in his room to find a dresser, bed, and a desk. There was a little bathroom with a sink, toilet, and a small walk in shower. He sat down on his bed while the woman sat a the desk.

"Okay, Mark, I am Laura Smith, but you shall call me Mrs. Smith. I'm here to go over a few rules with you." she said.

Mrs. Smith was a middle aged woman that looked like she was in her late 30's, early 40's. She looked like a very serious woman that no one would want to mess with.

"First of all, you will take a shower every night and be to bed by 9. You will wake up every morning at 6 and get ready for class. You will be taking English, Civics, Algebra, Biology, and many others" she handed Fitz his schedule.

"You will have lunch at 1 and you and the other students will all join together in the cafeteria. Classes end at 4 and you will go to your therapy classes at 5. Therapy ends at 7 and that's when you go back to your room. Your gym class will be at 11. In gym you have group activities with the others, You will learn to build trust with each other and also build strength. We have a strict no fighting rule. If you are caught fighting, whether it is verbally or physically, you will spend the night on the fifth floor. The fifth floor is were we keep the people that chose not to obey the rules. It is a filthy and full of bandits. A boy like you would be crying as soon as you're locked in a room with 15 to 25 other people. Ones that haven't taken a bath in weeks. So I suppose you behave Mr. Fitzgerald."

Fitz sat there silent trying to take everything in that he has heard so far. He took in a deep breath, "Yes, mam" he said. She got up and walked toward the door. She then looked back at him.

"Oh yeah, there is a role call for everyone at 8. You will meet in the cafeteria with grades 9-12. Be on time and get a quick shower and get a good nights rest. Good night, Mark" she said and walked out the door and locked it behind her.

"It's Fitz" he said under his breath. He got up quickly and went in the bathroom. He turned on the shower and started stripping from his clothes. He jumped in the shower, but the water was freezing cold. He absolutely hated this. He was locked in this hell while Eli is off playing kissy kissy with his bratty girlfriend. As soon as he was done washing up he dried off and went to his dresser. He looked in it to find baggy white pants and shirts. Better than orange, he thought to himself. He put on his clothes and got into bed. As soon a the clock struck 9 his lights automatically turned off. He slowly dosed off and started to dream.

He ran quickly through the hallway. Lights were flashing everywhere. He could hardly breathe. He suddenly heard screaming behind him. "Fitz! Fitz!" he heard. Then he heard someone running after him. "Please, you have to leave! I can't let you get hurt!" he said to the girl behind him. "I'm not leaving you! I'll NEVER leave you! We're in this together!" she looked him deeply in the eyes. "Please….Ivy…." he said and his eyes filled with tears looking into her innocent emerald eyes. He heard sudden shots and heard the girl gasp strongly. He then realized that she had been shot with a tranquilizer dart. "Ivy!" he screamed as he held the tiny girl in his arms. He saw some running toward him. "Stop right there!" they yelled at him.

He suddenly woke up sweating intensely. He didn't know anything or anyone in his dream but felt every emotion. He was in an extreme state of confusion. He tried to calm himself down but just couldn't. He breathed intensely while trying to calm down. He lied down and finally got back to sleep. Luckily, he didn't have anymore strange dreams. He woke up the next morning at 6. He got up and tried to recapture what had happened the other night. It seemed like a complete bedlam. He changed his clothes, which were the same as his night clothes, brushed his teeth, and fixed his hair. He grabbed his schedule and the map to the building. They let open the doors at 7:30 and he ran out the doors. Everyone else was in white just like him. They were pushing and shoving each other like they were like wild animals. Fitz tried his best to get through the crowd without falling and being trampled. He followed the "wild animals" to the large cafeteria. They all looked like freaks. Some had tattoo's and/or a piercing every place on there body. They were all complete freaks. Eli would fit right in Fitz thought to himself. He made his way to the cafeteria and found a spot to sit. They started calling role at 8. They named lots of names, which they were only calling last names.

"Feeder!" they called.

Some people have some weird ass last names Fitz thought.

They called lots for names and then called "Fitzgerald!"

"Here" he said.

They called more names and he tried to tune them out. "Gerald!" they called.

If Fitz had to go through this every morning his ears would start to bleed. Fitz was not listening at all till he heard them call that one name. He didn't even believe what he heard and his heart started to race once he heard it.

"Goldsworthy!" they called. He heard a high pitched voice behind him say "Here" it was a small girl that looked like she was in grade 9. The girl looked familiar, but he just couldn't put his finger on it what was so familiar. After they called all the role it was about 8:45, so they had 15 minutes to talk. He quickly ran up to the girl and right away said "Is your last name Goldsworthy?"

"Yes," she said looking directly at him. "I'm Ivy Goldsworthy, and you are?"