Prologue:
I walked into the building, surprised by the size of the school. My new foster sister giggled as
she showed me around the Gallagher Academy. I may be a Blackthorn girl, but I could get
used to this. I was really happy to get fostered, but a little scared. My last family just dropped
me off at an orphanage. They didn't even bother to take me inside.
"So, what do you think? Awesome huh?" said Wave. She met me at Blackthorn 2 years ago
when she was 5. When she did, I was being punched in the gut and being used as a knife
throwing target. She's 8 years younger, but she totally kicked the boys butts for me. 4 months
earlier she was adopted by Cameron Goode, the headmistress of the Gallagher Academy.
And somehow, she convinced Cameron and her husband Zach to adopt me too. I'm really
grateful, but trust issues go along way.
"It's amazing!" I said, staring at everything around me. You see, Blackthorn Institute for
troubled boys is where they dump GIRLS when adoption agencies don't want them anymore.
" Blackthorn was nice, but this place is fantastic."
"Oh just wait till you meet everyone. Mom had an old friend, Bex, who used to go here. Her
daughter goes here. They also had a friend named Liz, and one of Liz's sons, Peter is also
bunking with us. They're really nice.
'Great' I thought. 'Just more people to make fun of me.'
"Don't worry Skylar. You can trust them." Wave said. I hadn't realized I was thinking aloud.
She walked up to a door. "And this is our room." She said. She opened the door to find a
room with four queen sized beds and two other kids arguing over something.
"Guys be quiet!" Wave yelled. "Everyone this is Skye, our new bunk mate." The girl stepped
up in acknowledgement.
"Hi. We'll I'm Wendy Simmons and this is-" the boy cut her off
I'm Peter? Peter Ward.