Hi. My name is Hailey Rowan. I go to Yancy Academy for troubled kids. Am I a troubled kid? Well, I guess. At least, if you call having dyslexia and ADHD. I can't sit still, and when I try to concentrate on reading, the letters float of the page.
Everything started to go bad in Latin class, when Mr Lapiz gave out our 2 foot long test. Mr Lapiz was in a wheelchair and always wore a tweed jacket. He seemed to expect the best from me in Latin, even though I had attention problems to deal with he would look at me, all sad, and say: "Mrs Rowan, I will expect the same from you as from everybody else." but he doesn't want the SAME quality work, he wants BETTER. Anyway, after 1,000 wrong spelled names and Greek goddesses and gods and heros, my head was spinning and I was ready to just go to my dormitory and give my poor head a break. Apparently, Mr Lapiz had other ideas.
" Hailey, come here please. "
I walk over, dragging my feet, ready for another lecture about how I should try harder and stuff. But he just looks at me sadly and tells me to go.
" Hey, Juniper. "
Juniper is my friend, and we belong in the same dormitory. She always looks a little green, like she's gonna be sick. Also, when she cries, her eyes turn green, not red. And she is deathly afraid of dogs.
" Hey, Hailey. Tired? "
" Uh huh. Can we not study today? "
she nods her head, smirking. She is horrible at every single subject but Latin. She aces it. And Mr Lapiz still expects me to be better than her. Go figure.
My head still spinning, I lie down. Suddenly, Juniper jumps on me, pinning me to my bunk.
" Hey, what? GETTOF! "
I scream and kick her. She hangs on, wincing.
" Drink this, "
she tells me, and, still pinning me down with one hand, she reaches into a pocket of her jeans and takes out a vial.
" What is that? And I'm not drinking. "
I tell her stubbornly. But no matter how much I struggle, I can't stop her tipping the freezing liquid down my throat and watching as I fall unconscious.