Welcome to Westfield Academy: Our mission is to make our student's exceed above and beyond what is expected in their education. We thrive on academic success and excellence alongside respect for one another. We consider the facility well-run by our hard working staff to ensure what is needed to make our student's well rounded for the working world and prepare for adult hood. Course selection is due by August 28th 2011 and will be accepted no later than August 31st. We look forward to meeting you and having you join the Westfield family!

Sincerely, Mrs. Danson, Mr. Lewinski, and Mr. Burk

Location: Callister Rd. Los Angeles, California

Admissions office: 345 789 1261

I.

Ben Harmon sat by his wife Vivien at the little wooden coffee table in the kitchen of their Boston home looking over brochure's for different school's for their seventeen year old daughter Violet. Vivien sighed heavily running her manicured fingernails through her curly light red hair.

"I don't know what to do Ben," she murmured looking out the window to the summer sun that brightened the green grass and casts shadows against the glass panes. "Violet isn't going to pass this semester if we don't get her out of this environment. She's smoking, sneaking out, skipping school, getting suspended. The list goes on and on. I honestly can't take watching her slip through the cracks. We need to nip this in the bud and get her away from this."

"I know Viv, but what school would be better suited for her? She needs structure and discipline, she isn't listening to us, so she may listen to her instructors if she doesn't know their weaknesses. She knows every instructor she had in the past inside and out."

"I was looking at the brochure for Westfield Academy, and I have to be honest. I like the set up, it's also considered one of the top schools of Los Angeles. I know, it's a big jump and move, we're running out of options. It's the beginning of August. If we were to move, I'd prefer now to be the time to do it. I've seen a few houses for sale and they're moderately cheap. They aren't mansion's but they are a decent size."

Ben rested his head in his hands and contemplated the options being weighed heavily on his conscience. They could move and everything would play out within days and weeks of the new semester, or they can stay here and automatically know what Violet would do. If Violet kept her actions up, expulsion would be discussed and she would have to look for another school to go to anyway.

The decision was made. The Harmon's were moving to L.A. and Violet was going to Westfield Academy whether she liked it or not.

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"What do you mean I'm switching schools? I have friends here!" Violet Harmon replied outraged as Vivien sat on the edge of the bed, Ben standing to the side of her, fuming.

"You're switching schools because of how you act, Violet! And those friends of yours? They aren't good for you. You stay out all hours of the night, you drink, you smoke cigarette's and god knows what else, you cut class. We've raised you better than this! Do you understand how disrespectful you've become since your freshmen year?" Violet rolled her hazel eyes and flipped her hands behind her head.

"Let me stay with Aunt Jo."

"Aunt Jo is getting older, she's not going to want to raise a near adult. We're your parents Violet, you don't have a choice, you're not eighteen. Where we go, you go." Vivien replied sternly.

"You can't be serious. I'm leaving everything I grew up with just to please you guys? You guys really don't know me at all, do you?" Vivien and Ben looked to each-other, their stern looks faltering in Violet's penetrating gaze.

"I will never ever be your perfect daughter. Get that through your thick fucking skulls before you do anything drastic and go ruining our lives in L.A."

"Violet-" Vivien tried. Violet side stepped her. "Violet, please. Listen to us." She begged. Watching her daughter's retreating figure stop.

"When do we leave?" she finally asked.

"The day after tomorrow. You're already enrolled into Westfield Academy. Daddy called earlier in the afternoon. Marcy Shanahan is the Realtor. She invited us to take a look around and start to unpack. The house is ours."

Vivien placed a hand on her shoulder. Which Violet shrugged off without a second glance.

"I'm going out." She whispered coldly. Her eyes hidden behind a deep strand of hair. "Don't wait up."

Violet Harmon was forced to leave her home town of Boston, her sanctuary, her safe haven, and her life, for some ritzy academy in Los Angeles. She had a wicked grin spread across her lips, and she had a mischievous gleam in her eye.

Westfield couldn't handle her and she hadn't met a teacher who would accept the challenge of trying too.

She had another thing coming when she would end up meeting Tate Langdon.

Because Tate Langdon loves testing someone's limitations.